Hi!! For poly!marauders prompts… maybe everyone is snowed in? And they have to find something to do all day?
I think Remus would be perfectly happy reading all day, but Sirius and James are probably bouncing off the walls. ❤️
Thanks for requesting <3 || 550 words
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Sirius was practically bouncing off the walls–all restless energy and dramatic sighs.
Remus, on the other hand, was completely content with his head resting on your thighs and his nose buried in a novel. You were reading with him, but Sirius’s perpetual sighing and the occasional whine had distracted you so much that after rereading the same page for the fourth time, only to have your attention dragged away from it again, made you drop the book and give up altogether.
James, bless his heart, was doing his best to keep Sirius entertained. He had pulled out a puzzle from the depths of your closet, found a deck of cards buried under old menus and dry pens in a kitchen drawer, he even found one of Remus’s double chocolate brownie mixes from the cabinet and practically begged Sirius to stop moping around and pouting while looking at the thick clumps of snow falling from the window and bake with him.
“Pads, it’s your turn–go fish.”
“I really wanted to make fettuccine tonight,” Sirius sighs while pensively staring at the wall, ignoring James’s instruction.
“Sirius–”
“I just need to go to the store, I could make it if I walked although it would've been nice to take my motorbike–”
You’re about to open your mouth to tell Sirius that he’s being dramatic, but Remus beats you to it.
“Sirius!”
Remus was now, much to your dismay, lifting himself up and off your lap.
“That’s enough, we're not moping around the apartment all day because it's snowing. I know it sucks that we can’t make the dinner you want, but we can still use the ingredients we have.”
James nods his head encouragingly, and Sirius at least has the smarts to look somewhat chastised.
Remus stands, stretching out his back, and pads over to the kitchen. He had barely even made it to the fridge before James was already leaning over him and hovering like a hungry seagull.
“Tell me the goods, Moons. C’mon hit me with it.”
You finally lift from the couch and go stand behind Sirius. You lift your hands to his shoulders and squeeze. He looks up at you and pouts. You squish his cheeks together and let out a soft laugh at the annoyed look he shoots you in return.
Remus sighs, but obliges James’ request. “Asparagus, broccoli–”
“Good start,” James nods.
“Lettuce, parmesan–”
“Alright. This is just getting better and better. Keep it coming, Moony.”
“Carrots, eggs, tomatoes–”
James gasps and shoots upright like he’s been electrocuted,
“I’ve got it!”
You startle from the sudden outburst, but can’t help but smile when Sirius perks up like a dog who heard the rattle of a treat bag.
James practically vibrates. “I’ll make chicken stir fry! We have every ingredient and we still have rice–Remus remember when you bought ten bags because they were on sale?”
Remus just grumbles in return and closes the fridge with a soft thud.
James looks obscenely proud of himself while he waits for someone to argue.
Remus sighs, “I’d enjoy stir fry, loves?” he throws the question to you and Sirius.
Sirius still seems skeptical so you lean down to his ear and whisper,
“And I’ve also got a hidden stash of hot-chocolate behind the coffee machine. If you behave, I’ll share.”
