Prompt 3 - Bonfire
@wolfstarmicrofic October 3, word count 234
“This fire’s not going very well,” Sirius grumbled as he poked a long stick he’d found into the huge bonfire he’d made from all the broken branches and dry leaves knocked down after the storm.
“Just leave it, it’ll sort itself out,” Remus told him before heading back into the house to put the kettle on.
He’d just opened the cupboard looking for the biscuit tin when a loud boom rattled the windows and vibrated the floor, scaring the life out of him. He dropped the biscuit tin, chocolate hobnobs scattering across the kitchen floor as he ran from the house.
Outside, beside a very smoky, blazing bonfire, Sirius stood stock-still, his hair blown back from his face, holding a jerry can of petrol. Remus didn’t need to ask what had happened.
“Sirius, are you alright?” He asked. Slowly, Sirius turned around, his body rigid.
“Remus,” He whined, and Remus had to suck his lips into his mouth and bite down to stop from laughing. When Sirius had poured the petrol onto the spluttering fire, it had exploded and blown off his eyebrows, leaving his face streaked with black soot.
“You are such an idiot,” Remus sighed once he’d checked that he wasn’t actually hurt. He pulled him into a hug and took him inside to get cleaned up. But he was so going to sneak a pic of him to show the others.
