alwaysimpure | Marauders Reloaded

"I'll have to sort it out. What am I going to do, never take my shirt off again or parade around with a pureblood slogan in the changing rooms?" Sirius shakes his head, looking down as he finishes putting his shirt back on and buttons it up a little bit more. He shrugs so the shirt hangs off him in the right way again, then he turns so he can lean back. Of course he'll tell James, it's inevitable, but it's also difficult. James, who can never wrap his mind around how parents can not love a child. Sirius still finds it strange that some parents apparently do.

"It's been a long summer." He pats himself down, looking for his pouch. "I can't wait to buy snacks, I'm going to eat my body-weight today. Twice, possibly. You might have to roll me out of the Great Hall."

Remus flickers something of a smile at the other boy at that image. He's fairly certain that regardless of how much Sirius eats, and how much he regrets eating that much, his seemingly magical metabolism will take care of it and he'll look just as infuriatingly good as he always does. Still. He can't resist a little rub.

"Careful you don't ruin your girlish figure, Pads," he says, before sitting closer once more. "Though I suppose you can afford it this time. You could do with a little more meat on you. Especially if you're planning to go parading about half-naked as you say."

"No worries, Moony. People love me for my personality, not my looks." Which is definitely not true for just about anyone outside of the Marauders, but Sirius' relationship with his appearance is as complicated as a lot of things under the deceptively simple surface. He doesn't mind looking good, even counts on it, but on the other hand? He looks like a Black should look and that is an insult, even if it means somehow looking haughtily beautiful while slouching in his seat. "Where are my other adoring fans anyway?"

As if on cue Peter comes stumbling inside, probably having gotten pushed by James, who's right after him.

"I missed you too, Wormtail, but would you mind getting off me?" Sirius isn't quite sure why he ended up buried under his friend, but since Peter looks even more winded he gives him a reassuring pat on the back and waits for him to find his feet. Meanwhile James sits down next to Remus, slinging an arm around him as he watches Peter and Sirius with a wistful sigh.

"Ah, young love. Do you still remember what that was like, Moony?"

Remus shoots the other boy a withering glance. Does he remember young love? Who does James think he is? James himself?

"Hello to you too, James," he replies in turn, though he does as any good friend might and leans into the arm around his shoulders. James is a good mate, after all. Even if he's got his head in the clouds sometimes, and up his own arse at others.

"The pair of you certainly took your time finding us," he comments, not that he's complaining. He'd welcomed his moment of solitude with Sirius, but he can see that it's done now. "We were thinking we might need to send out a search party pretty soon."

"You were? I was very comfortable without them." Much more comfortable than now, with Peter still mostly on top of him, until he finally gets up. Sirius pulls himself up a little bit more as well, still essentially slouching.

While that is going on, James is ignoring it entirely, instead replying to Remus. "I had to stop by Lily's, so she'd not have to yearn for me even a moment longer."

"He got slapped," Peter reports and Sirius snorts at that.

"Good going, Prongs."

"Sign of passion."

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I forgot this tag existed and I also want to continue and start more and I adore you