Halloween treat for Megans_Writing
Gift for: megans_writing
From: Rosivan
Title: Buckets of Frogs and Other Things
Rating/Warnings: G, Fluff, James/Remus
Word Count: 366
Summary: Remus thinks there’s too much candy, but it’s hardly James’s fault, right?
Remus felt sick from the sheer amount of chocolate frogs, but when James handed him another, from the bottom of his battered pumpkin pail, he really couldn't bring himself to say 'sod off, I'm stuffed'. Not that he would have put it in such a manner, anyway, but it's the thought that struck Remus at the time.
"James," Remus said, around a mouthful of oh-so-good-but-no-not-another chocolate, "Be a chum and roll me out of the way, would you? I don't fancy tripping someone coming out of the tower." He rubbed his stomach, feeling oddly round from the sweets.
"Nah," James sighed happily. He tossed the pail at Remus's head, knocking loose his costume crown. It fell to the floor, and rolled between them. "You're a planet, aren't you? You'll orbit out of the way."
"I'm Neptune," Remus corrected automatically, "King of the Sea, a Roman god that is called, by the Greeks, Poi-"
James waved a gloved hand, and interrupted loudly. "Yeah, yeah, Padfoot said he was an Adonis and we know how that turned out. C'mere." He leaned over to grab Remus by the arm, hauling him out of the path of the portrait. The Fat Lady had gone off somewhere, leaving them to wait her return. James figured the problem was a sign to gorge on sweets before Sirius and Peter demanded their share.
James hiccuped, and rubbed at the smears covering the glass of his Quidditch goggles; he had obsessed and poured over photos of his favourite Quidditch player, weeks in advance, before constructing a - quite convincing - set of robes and hair style that matched. James even managed to sneak out a Golden Snitch from the Quidditch stores, but it had vanished on him sometime during the night.
Remus slouched on James and pulled the long drapery of his costume around him. "Don't want more frogs..." He sleepily muttered, half to himself.
James snickered quietly, but brushed back the locks of hair from Remus's face with one hand. "You ate them all," he said. Remus didn't reply, already dozing, and James busied himself with single-handedly unwrapping a Cauldron Cake. His other hand stayed tangled in the honey-brown mess of Remus's hair.