Drabble time!
This is the first of the drabbles that I received requests for. You can still request one here.
This one is actually 3X the word count that I said I was sticking to, but it demanded to be written.
For: lunamorgaine
The Marauders
PROMPT: Sirius found himself dangling by his toes from the rafters, a sprig of mistletoe in his mouth.
This isn't written from Sirius's POV, but rather from Remus's, Remus demanded that he have a hand in this. All mistakes are mine. I literally just sat down and wrote.
Word Count: 341
Remus could not believe his eyes. Hanging before him, in the Common Room, was mistletoe. But, it wasn’t the mistletoe that was odd. No, it was the manner in which the mistletoe was hung up. Because it was stuffed in the mouth of one Sirius Black, who was currently tied up and hanging upside-down in the center of the room.
Shaking his head, Remus walked over to the upside-down boy and pulled the plant from his mouth. “Do I want to know what happened here, Padfoot?”
“No. Just. Get. Me. Down,” Sirius grounded out through gritted teeth, all the while slowly rotating.
“Oh, I don’t know, Sirius. I think I’d like to know what happened first. I’m sure it’ll be quite the entertaining tale.”
“That git, James,” Sirius growled as he spun around. “He hung me like this. When I get down from here, I’m going to curse that tosser into next week. Let me down, Moony.”
Remus began to raise his wand but stopped mid-way. “What in Merlin’s name did you do to James that would cause him to do this to you?”
“I told James since he was too chicken to ask Evans to kiss him under the mistletoe, that I would. The git took that to mean I would ask her to kiss me under the mistletoe.”
“And…”
“He told me to bugger off, and the next thing I knew, I was hanging. Upside-down. With mistletoe in my mouth. Which, by the way, tastes like old troll drool.”
Remus shook his head and began laughing. Hard.
“You’re a git, too, Moony! I was going to get Lily to kiss James under the mistletoe. Not me. Now, get me down!”
“Oh no, Sirius,” Remus said, still chuckling. “I don’t think so.” He popped the mistletoe back into the man’s mouth, Sirius’s eyes wide with surprise as he rotated around again. “I think you need to take your lumps on this one.” Remus winked as he turned to head up the dormitory staircase. “I’ll see you in the morning, Padfoot.”