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Who: Remus, Sirius, Lily if she feels like dropping in
What: Remus's lunch is interrupted, and Sirius ignores important notes.
When: noonish after Remus and Harry's lovely chat
Where: the darn house
Rating: G for GET OUT, REMUS
Status: Incomplete

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He'd been awake for all of twenty minutes, and the day was already as pitiful as ever. Or maybe that was just him.

In any case, Sirius managed to stagger into the bathroom and brush his teeth and throw some cold water on his horribly unshaven face before he made it downstairs, still feeling half-asleep. He needed some bloody coffee, and maybe eighteen pepper-up potions and bloody hell his head hurt.

On second thought, fuck all that. He just needed more to drink. But first, food. Definitely food. He padded into the kitchen, scrubbing a hand over his eyes, then blinked at what he saw at the counter. "Oh, bugger this shit," he muttered, turning on his heel to leave the kitchen again. He needed to go back to his room and stuff his face in a pillow and go back to sleep.

His hallucinations weren't supposed to bother him while he wasn't totally pissed, and in broad daylight.

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Remus looked up from his sandwich when someone came in. It was Sirius in his twenties, and accustomed as Remus was to living with someone who looked easily half his age, there was something particularly disheartening about seeing Sirius of all people looking so young.

And he did look very young. And rather fit, too. Remus missed being able to look attractive when he was exhausted and hung over and had slept poorly for several nights straight.

"Hello," he said in time to see Sirius turn and leave. Oh. Well, apparently, walking out on him was going to become a theme of these little reunions. He had been happy to see Harry go, but this- No. He stood and followed Sirius out into the hallway. "Sirius, do you want a cup of coffee?"

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And now his hallucinations were following him. Bloody fuck!

"Merlin, I'm not drunk enough for this," Sirius complained to himself. Though if mirage-Remus wanted to listen, by all means. Let him. "No thank you, I do not want any bloody coffee," he answered gruffly. No coffee, real or imagined, was going to help him right now. Clearly.

Sirius had to admit to himself, though, that he didn't so much mind this version of the Remus hallucination. Most of them tended to conform to the most recent image he had of the werewolf, which was the nineteen-year-old heartbreaking bloody bastard. Youth or no youth, Sirius was fairly certain at this point that he rather missed the Remus he'd left behind when he fell through the veil.

Which must account for why he was seeing that one now. Apparently his alcohol-drowned mind was finally tiring of repetition and needed new things to torture him with.

Well. Sirius was having none of it. He turned again to stomp off to the stairs.

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Remus smiled. "Good," he said, "because I made tea." It really was a good thing; Remus had never had the touch for coffee. When he made it, it was always too bitter. He had always let Sirius make his own coffee, except when Remus had woken up early. Then, he would try to work the coffee maker, and Sirius would pour half the sugar bowl into his first cup. It still wouldn't be drinkable, so Remus stuck to tea.

He wasn't exactly sure what had Sirius in such a bad mood, though. Harry had at least started pleased to see him. Had the last him been so-

Oh. Twenty-something Sirius. He might not recognize Remus. No, he had to. Sirius had to recognize him. Had he changed so much from when Sirius had last seen him? He was still Remus. Did people regularly turn up in Sirius's kitchen and offer him hot drinks? Did he not even incite comment beyond minor swearing?

Unless- But who got drunk at this time of day?

"Sirius, it's me," Remus said, instantly feeling more than a bit silly. "I- Look, come back here, and I'll try to