Disclaimer:
Remus Lupin and Sirius Black belong to J.K. Rowling. A pity, but true. **Sigh**
It would
have been a dark and stormy night if it hadn't been such a sunny afternoon. As
Sirius Black ambled through the woods, he was trying to whistle. Unfortunately,
it didn't seem to be working.
This was
because Sirius was a dog, and dogs are notoriously bad at whistling. Still,
with a lot of imagination he managed to convince himself that he was whistling
an old drinking song and continued on, oblivious to the torture he was
inflicting on the innocent, defenseless forest creatures.
In his
ramshackle ruin of a house at the edge of the woods, Remus Lupin heard a
strange howling noise and rushed out with a bucket of water ready to douse the
neighborhood cats. The cacophony seemed to come from somewhere in the trees
directly in front of his house, so he took careful aim and threw the water.
Apparently
he hit the target, for next moment a sopping black mass came hurtling out of
the forest and threw itself on Remus. Startled, he went down with a thud. The
enormous dog got up, shook itself, and started bouncing around Remus, tongue
lolling with excitement.
Remus got
up and brushed himself off, grimacing at the muddy paw prints now adorning his
favorite Muggle sweater. "Sirius, you idiot," he muttered, shaking
his head at the oversized dog now bounding in circles for no apparent reason.
Sirius tilted his head up at him and whined.
"Well,
I guess I'll have to let you in," Remus groused as he stomped back over to
his house and flung the door open. Sirius trotted in before Remus could stop
him. Remus gritted his teeth and hid his clenched fists in his pockets as he
surveyed the trail of mud that led from the front door all the way to
the…kitchen! He quickly shut the door and hurried down the hall, afraid of what
he might find.
It was as
he had feared. Standing in the kitchen doorway, he could see Sirius busily
opening cabinets and removing various items. Yes, it was terrible but true.
Sirius was
cooking again.
A/N: Sorry that was kind of short, but I thought that was a perfect place to
end the chapter. As you can see, Sirius is not simply your typical messy,
gluttonous slob. He's a messy, gluttonous slob who cooks his own food. I also
realize that so far, there has been no rum involved. But don't worry, that'll
come in the next chapter. Heh heh heh. **Rubs hands together evilly**