Rated G for good-for-nothing, 1826 words of crap. I'll probably re-do it later when I don't suck so hard (and not in the good way, either).

Keywords: smoke, a black eye, a bad euphemism for sex, boredom, the smell of lemon

( ''Girls like blokes with glasses! It makes me look intellectual!'' )

Keywords: Contemplating Lily's knickers, radio jingles, soap, an enclosed space that isn't a closet, a word that rolls off one's tongue.

2626 words. Rated Arr for masterbation and sailor talk (as in profanity, not actual sailors).

Thanks to my darling corsiva for the beta :) Because what's worse than an un-betaed fic to christen a community?

( Remus licked his lips nervously, taking a seat at the chair in front of the drain. The little stall was kept remarkably clean except for the wall around the peep-hole, which was covered with graffiti carved into the tile. Names with times scratched underneath - most likely routine shower periods - as well as vulgarities and the like. Remus ignored them, pulling the seat forward and positioning himself in front of the peep-hole. )