Fic: All At Sea
Title: All At Sea
Author: _potterish
Rating: PG. I think. I'm not good at ratings =D
Warnings: None really, Remus/Sirius mentioned. Oh, and there's two pictures.
Author's Notes: Written for challenge #31. Set after OotP, no spoilers. Beta by my very own Padfoot, damnyellowcap *smooches* Pictures taken by myself.
His fingers pulled out an envelope; the edges were slightly worn, but it was in good condition. Not surprising because it was tucked away between the pages of Sirius' favourite Muggle book, the only book Remus had been able to get him to read and enjoy: The Count of Monte Cristo. Sirius had taken to it after Azkaban; Remus had given the book to him as a birthday gift. He smiled to himself and remembered the look on Sirius' face when he saw that Remus had given him a book. Now the book and the envelope were both inside the bedside cabinet along with a bottle of Firewhiskey.
He made his way across the room and sat down on the corner of the bed, Firewhiskey in one hand and the envelope in the other. He took a drink straight from the bottle and carefully pulled out the contents of the mysterious envelope, stomach doing a somersault when he pulled out a few muggle photographs. They were taken in the middle of September back in 1980; Sirius had insisted they go somewhere different for a day and Remus had suggested the seaside. Sirius had complained because it wasn't summer anymore and he might get cold, but after seeing where they were going he changed his mind.
Sirius had insisted on taking hats and scarves even though it didn’t turn out to be that cold, his reasoning simply being that he thought Remus looked rather sweet in a woolly hat and wrapped up in a scarf to match. Remus humoured him but drew the line at mittens. They apparated into a small coastal village Sirius had never even heard of before called Findhorn, which was situated little more than an hour away from Hogwarts and as much as Sirius hated to admit it, it was very pretty. He could just picture it in July, all blue skies and splashing around in the sea. They'd come back next year, they decided and for a longer stay.
They spent a good hour wandering around the small streets and discovered a small café still selling ice cream from which, after much persuasion from Remus, Sirius bought vanilla cones for the both of them. They spent a further hour sitting on a bench they came across watching boats being rocked around by the waves whilst eating their ice creams. They sat mostly in silence, not really feeling the need to talk, just happy spending time alone together. Remus pulled out a book; Sirius smiled to himself and rested his head on Remus’ shoulder. After a while Sirius began complaining that he wanted to get on the beach. Reluctantly, Remus abandoned his book, and they walked down onto the beach.
This was a proper beach, Remus thought to himself; someone had thought to construct steps every so often to make it easier to get onto the actual beach. He could imagine it being full of people in the summer, but at that particular moment in time they were the only two people on the whole beach, apart from someone walking a dog. They sat on a set of steps for a little while watching the dog chasing sticks before making their way onto the sand. Sirius had wanted to go paddling, but Remus told him off before he’d had a chance to untie his shoes, warning that he’d catch a cold, always the sensible one. Eventually, after walking for what seemed like hours, they found a suitable spot and settled themselves down on the sand. Remus proclaimed it perfect to watch the sun go down; Sirius found it to be perfectly out of the way for kissing. Remus settled for both sets of reasoning. They spent what seemed like a good few hours sitting there, talking constantly about Hogwarts, their futures and arguing over the redecoration of their tiny flat. Sirius had wanted pale blue for the bedroom; Remus wanted something a little warmer.
Remus had brought an old muggle camera with them, black and white. For posterity, he’d said when Sirius raised an eyebrow to question it. Though it took him awhile to figure it out, Sirius eventually got the hang of taking photos. He took photos of everything, from pebbles to sand dunes to Remus’ shoes. Occasionally Remus got the camera back, Remus fancied himself quite an artistic cameraman, taking photos of the landscape and the sea. Trying to take a picture of Sirius on the other hand was somewhat of a challenge: he couldn’t stay still for more than five minutes. Every time Remus attempted to take a photo, Sirius was off to look at some interesting looking stone, picking up a strangely shaped stick or trying to make funny shaped footprints in the sand. In the end Remus gave up.
Remus carefully put the photos back into the envelope and then into the book but then put the book in his bag instead of putting them back into the bedside cabinet. He was right: it had been a good idea taking the camera with them. They may have been taken back in 1980, but 16 years on it felt like they were taken yesterday.
This is my first time posting fic anywhere that isn't friends locked. Be gentle with me! Comments and criticisms are always welcome.
Author: _potterish
Rating: PG. I think. I'm not good at ratings =D
Warnings: None really, Remus/Sirius mentioned. Oh, and there's two pictures.
Author's Notes: Written for challenge #31. Set after OotP, no spoilers. Beta by my very own Padfoot, damnyellowcap *smooches* Pictures taken by myself.
His fingers pulled out an envelope; the edges were slightly worn, but it was in good condition. Not surprising because it was tucked away between the pages of Sirius' favourite Muggle book, the only book Remus had been able to get him to read and enjoy: The Count of Monte Cristo. Sirius had taken to it after Azkaban; Remus had given the book to him as a birthday gift. He smiled to himself and remembered the look on Sirius' face when he saw that Remus had given him a book. Now the book and the envelope were both inside the bedside cabinet along with a bottle of Firewhiskey.
He made his way across the room and sat down on the corner of the bed, Firewhiskey in one hand and the envelope in the other. He took a drink straight from the bottle and carefully pulled out the contents of the mysterious envelope, stomach doing a somersault when he pulled out a few muggle photographs. They were taken in the middle of September back in 1980; Sirius had insisted they go somewhere different for a day and Remus had suggested the seaside. Sirius had complained because it wasn't summer anymore and he might get cold, but after seeing where they were going he changed his mind.
Sirius had insisted on taking hats and scarves even though it didn’t turn out to be that cold, his reasoning simply being that he thought Remus looked rather sweet in a woolly hat and wrapped up in a scarf to match. Remus humoured him but drew the line at mittens. They apparated into a small coastal village Sirius had never even heard of before called Findhorn, which was situated little more than an hour away from Hogwarts and as much as Sirius hated to admit it, it was very pretty. He could just picture it in July, all blue skies and splashing around in the sea. They'd come back next year, they decided and for a longer stay.
They spent a good hour wandering around the small streets and discovered a small café still selling ice cream from which, after much persuasion from Remus, Sirius bought vanilla cones for the both of them. They spent a further hour sitting on a bench they came across watching boats being rocked around by the waves whilst eating their ice creams. They sat mostly in silence, not really feeling the need to talk, just happy spending time alone together. Remus pulled out a book; Sirius smiled to himself and rested his head on Remus’ shoulder. After a while Sirius began complaining that he wanted to get on the beach. Reluctantly, Remus abandoned his book, and they walked down onto the beach.
This was a proper beach, Remus thought to himself; someone had thought to construct steps every so often to make it easier to get onto the actual beach. He could imagine it being full of people in the summer, but at that particular moment in time they were the only two people on the whole beach, apart from someone walking a dog. They sat on a set of steps for a little while watching the dog chasing sticks before making their way onto the sand. Sirius had wanted to go paddling, but Remus told him off before he’d had a chance to untie his shoes, warning that he’d catch a cold, always the sensible one. Eventually, after walking for what seemed like hours, they found a suitable spot and settled themselves down on the sand. Remus proclaimed it perfect to watch the sun go down; Sirius found it to be perfectly out of the way for kissing. Remus settled for both sets of reasoning. They spent what seemed like a good few hours sitting there, talking constantly about Hogwarts, their futures and arguing over the redecoration of their tiny flat. Sirius had wanted pale blue for the bedroom; Remus wanted something a little warmer.
Remus had brought an old muggle camera with them, black and white. For posterity, he’d said when Sirius raised an eyebrow to question it. Though it took him awhile to figure it out, Sirius eventually got the hang of taking photos. He took photos of everything, from pebbles to sand dunes to Remus’ shoes. Occasionally Remus got the camera back, Remus fancied himself quite an artistic cameraman, taking photos of the landscape and the sea. Trying to take a picture of Sirius on the other hand was somewhat of a challenge: he couldn’t stay still for more than five minutes. Every time Remus attempted to take a photo, Sirius was off to look at some interesting looking stone, picking up a strangely shaped stick or trying to make funny shaped footprints in the sand. In the end Remus gave up.
Remus carefully put the photos back into the envelope and then into the book but then put the book in his bag instead of putting them back into the bedside cabinet. He was right: it had been a good idea taking the camera with them. They may have been taken back in 1980, but 16 years on it felt like they were taken yesterday.
This is my first time posting fic anywhere that isn't friends locked. Be gentle with me! Comments and criticisms are always welcome.