#classic remus

[moonysdora]

Tonks: I like your shirt!

Remus: Thanks *remembers people like bad boys* I stole it *remembers people also like nice guys* from an old man I was helping walk across the street

[trashpocket]

Marauders and leather couches

Peter: James, what's that squeaking sound coming from your living room?

James, already having bad thoughts: Merlin, they better not be doing it again....no

Peter, very nervous: Wh-what? Better not be doing what, James?

James: They better not be doing....that

Peter: WH—

James, already dragging Peter into the living room: STOP DOING IT AGAIN, YOU SHAMELESS DOGS!

Peter: hUH?

Sirius, shifting back from his animagus form: But we can't! The leathers are squeaky!

Remus:. . . . and they have a distinct smell...

James, exasperated after seeing the scratches on the ripped leather: Well, I'm sorry I was unaware!

Sirius, pouting: Well, it's not my fault that the leather couches back in my home were replaced with some old rugs

Remus: But didn't your parents replace it because you ripped it all apart?

Sirius: I'll rip yOU apart, Remus

James: And now, they're doing thAT again

[trashpocket]

Hey Remus

Sirius: Hey Remus

Sirius: Remus, hey

Sirius: moony

Sirius: mOONy

Sirius: eARth to mOonY

Remus: . . . .

Remus, finally caving: what is it, Pads?

Sirius: Moony, I just wanted to say....

Remus, his curiosity peaked:.....?

Sirius: Hi

Remus: *internally triggered*

[trashpocket]

Padfoot

Sirius: Hey, Remy, do you mind if I transform into Padfoot and get on the couch?

Remus: Of course, I do! You'll get fur all over the couch!

Sirius: But it's called fur-niture,isn't it?

Remus: *becomes silent and walks out the door*

[trashpocket]

Too late for that

James: -is brewing a potion-

Sirius: -peers into the cauldron- What are you cooking up in there, Jamesy?

James: Just trying to make some sort of potion for my hair. My Lily-flower doesn't seem to like it when I ruffle my handsome hair — merlin, I'm missing something.

Sirius: Oh, I thought it was some amortentia, knowing you fail to get her. Maybe the only thing missing now is your pride in that pot, Jamesy? -raises brows mockingly and flips his hair-

James:

Sirius:

James:

Sirius:

James: since you take pride so much in your beauty, why don't I add you to the pot — bet Remus would like that.

Sirius: -evading James' furious grabs- kinda too late for that already James!

James: -stops his hands from grabbing sirius midair-

James: -blanches-

Peter: -falls over himself by the doorway-