I Never Watch The Stars || Remus & Sirius || October. 5th, 1976.
“Twinkle, twinkle, Sirius Black, how I wonder what you are”
Remus bent forward in order to dodge the crumbled piece of parchment charmed to hit him in the face, while trying not to laugh himself off the chair. Across him, Sirius was sulking and shooting him dirty glares, seemingly on the verge of combustion.
The boys were laying flat on their stomachs in the astronomy tower, along with a bunch of other students that had come up to for their homework just like them. Peter and James had gone to the kitchens to get some snacks for the four of them, leaving Sirius and Remus to carry out the observations of the star movements.
But that observation had quickly drifted off to teasing as Remus began to mock Sirius on his name, finding the whole “you’re a bloke named after a star, gazing at the stars” definitely funnier than he should, but then again, he was a Marauder, and Marauders always found something funny in just about anything.
“Okay, no, but for real….” Remus pulled a straight face, dipping his quill in his ink pot and looking down at the chart they were supposed to fill with what they observed on the celestial movements. For a moment, it looked like he was going to write down something relevant, or make a comment about their actual work, but just when he open his mouth to speak again, his solemn expression shifted to reveal yet another amused grin.
“Don’t you feel like a calling? Like the stars are calling for you to join them? “Sirius! Sirius! Come and be one of us!” the young werewolf was unable to dodge the parchment ball aimed at his face this time and he collapsed in laughter, rolling onto his back and hugging his own belly as if he feared it might burst otherwise.
“Oh c’mon, don’t be so mad…starshine” he roared in laughter again, earning a few disapproving stared from other students who were working nearby. Some also looked a bit surprise when they realized it was Remus that was causing all that noise. What they didn’t seem to grasp yet was that, while Remus was the calmest of the Marauders…well, he was still a Marauder for a reason.
Sirius deadpanned his friend, his brow furrowing over his dark eyes. He crumpled up the parchment he’d been working on and whipped it at Remus’ face.
“Wow someone is such a fucking comedian all of a sudden,” he grumbled, starting again on a clean piece of parchment. He crossed out the title with several messy lines, already having made some spelling mistakes. He wasn’t very book smart, the boys often teasing him for his nearly illegible and often illiterate writing.
“A calling? No the only thing I feel like calling is you a git.” He muttered, writing down some words before glancing back up at the sky.
“This is stupid.” He added, cursing the boys for making him take this “easy” class with them. It wasn’t easy, and there seemed to be more writing and essays than potions and muggle studies combined!
“In the sky I see Orions bet an lots of dots and some big constalasions -” he stopped writing mid sentence.
“What’s that funky little squiggly one again?” He asked, pointing up at some general area with his quill.
“I’m not fucking mad,” he frowned as Remus doubled over laughing. His voice had raised in pitch and he sat up to rest on his calves. “I just think this whole thing is stupid. What do I care bout some stupid black sky with a bunch of dots innit. I don’ wanna be associated with some stupid dragonpox looking sky…” He muttered, cursing under his breath.
“Just cuz my family are a bunch of cumbuckets don’ mean I wanna be "eternalized in the stars,” he mocked his father, rolling his eyes. It wasn’t just this project. He’d been in a foul mood ever since getting a howler earlier that day from his mother, telling him he HAD to come home for a dinner on Saturday. Meaning he was a) gunna miss the quiddich game, b) gunna miss the trip to Hogsmeade, and c) more than likely the full moon. It was a shit situation all together!
In usual Sirius fashion he’d tried to get out of it, ignoring the letters and firecalls, hoping that “I didn’t know” than it would be a good enough excuse to miss out on it.
“If yer so in love with em, why don’t you change your name to be a stupid star then?” He snapped back at his friend, who was still busy grinning over the joke.
