Disclaimer: This disclaimer will go for the whole story, because
personally, I don't want to type it in every chapter. I don't own anything
you might recognize.
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Sirius into the counter window. Hazelnut cheesecake, chocolate covered strawberries.....Remus would skin him if he bought anything from this section. On the other end of the display were different kinds of salads, chicken.
"Can I help you, Sir?" A lady asked from behing the counter. She was more of a girl actually, maybe twenty to twenty-five years old. Her hair was very dark brown, and rather short, and she had dark eyes. She was very pretty.
"No, just looking. My friend would kill me if I bought anything from that side of the display."
"Why?" she asked. "Does that friend not like you to eat chocolate?"
"Are you kidding? He's addicted to the stuff, let alone letting me have any. No, he owns a chocolatry," Sirius said, smiling.
She laughed. "That's a term I haven't heard used in a while."
"Well, I can't really call it a candy store, as it's mostly chocolate. He somewhat prides himself on cooking," he said, shrugging.
"Well, then," she said. "I wish him good luck with his chocolatry."
Sirius finished his shopping and left.
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Sirius sat watching Remus. He watched as long fingers picked up a rolling pin and started grinding cocoa beans. It was actually pretty interesting.
"I saw this girl at the grocery store yesterday," Sirius said, almost lazily.
"Oh did you?" Remus wasn't really paying attention, he could tell. Sirius could always tell when Remus was pretending to pay attention for his sake.
"Yeah. She was behind the confectionry counter," Sirius said. "And you know what else?"
"What?"
"She was really cute." Sirius took a sip of coffee.
Once again he watched in silence as Remus continued to work.
"You should go out with her, then," Remus said.
"I wasn't mentioning her so that *I* would go out with her. I was thinking *you* could," Sirius said.
"Sirius, I don't need a matchmaker. I don't think I should get into any serious relationship," Remus sighed, and once again continued his work.
"Remus," Sirius said, imitating Remus' exasperated voice. "What if something happened to me again? You don't need another thirteen years alone."
"I wasn't alone."
"You need a girlfriend."
"How's Harry?"
"You're changing the subject."
"Oh, really?" Remus said with obvious sarcasm.
"Remus, you can't keep running away from girls for the rest of eternity," Sirius said, sounding suddenly strict.
"Says who? I've done it for the last thirty-five years."
"She was young, beautiful. She looked as if she was in college," Sirius said, going for the more "she's-really-smart" approach.
"If she's going to college than she's much too young for me," Remus said.
"Oh, come on. You still look like you're twenty-five. When you're ninety years old and still looking like you're twenty-five, will you be going out with ninety-year-old ladies. People will be getting suspicious," Sirius said, and for a moment that old manic gleam was back in his eyes. "Besides, age shouldn't matter for werewolves."
"And when she's eighty and I still look twenty-five? What then?" Remus asked.
"Listen, Remus---"
"I don't want to hear it."
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Author's notes: What do you think? Please R&R
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Sirius into the counter window. Hazelnut cheesecake, chocolate covered strawberries.....Remus would skin him if he bought anything from this section. On the other end of the display were different kinds of salads, chicken.
"Can I help you, Sir?" A lady asked from behing the counter. She was more of a girl actually, maybe twenty to twenty-five years old. Her hair was very dark brown, and rather short, and she had dark eyes. She was very pretty.
"No, just looking. My friend would kill me if I bought anything from that side of the display."
"Why?" she asked. "Does that friend not like you to eat chocolate?"
"Are you kidding? He's addicted to the stuff, let alone letting me have any. No, he owns a chocolatry," Sirius said, smiling.
She laughed. "That's a term I haven't heard used in a while."
"Well, I can't really call it a candy store, as it's mostly chocolate. He somewhat prides himself on cooking," he said, shrugging.
"Well, then," she said. "I wish him good luck with his chocolatry."
Sirius finished his shopping and left.
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Sirius sat watching Remus. He watched as long fingers picked up a rolling pin and started grinding cocoa beans. It was actually pretty interesting.
"I saw this girl at the grocery store yesterday," Sirius said, almost lazily.
"Oh did you?" Remus wasn't really paying attention, he could tell. Sirius could always tell when Remus was pretending to pay attention for his sake.
"Yeah. She was behind the confectionry counter," Sirius said. "And you know what else?"
"What?"
"She was really cute." Sirius took a sip of coffee.
Once again he watched in silence as Remus continued to work.
"You should go out with her, then," Remus said.
"I wasn't mentioning her so that *I* would go out with her. I was thinking *you* could," Sirius said.
"Sirius, I don't need a matchmaker. I don't think I should get into any serious relationship," Remus sighed, and once again continued his work.
"Remus," Sirius said, imitating Remus' exasperated voice. "What if something happened to me again? You don't need another thirteen years alone."
"I wasn't alone."
"You need a girlfriend."
"How's Harry?"
"You're changing the subject."
"Oh, really?" Remus said with obvious sarcasm.
"Remus, you can't keep running away from girls for the rest of eternity," Sirius said, sounding suddenly strict.
"Says who? I've done it for the last thirty-five years."
"She was young, beautiful. She looked as if she was in college," Sirius said, going for the more "she's-really-smart" approach.
"If she's going to college than she's much too young for me," Remus said.
"Oh, come on. You still look like you're twenty-five. When you're ninety years old and still looking like you're twenty-five, will you be going out with ninety-year-old ladies. People will be getting suspicious," Sirius said, and for a moment that old manic gleam was back in his eyes. "Besides, age shouldn't matter for werewolves."
"And when she's eighty and I still look twenty-five? What then?" Remus asked.
"Listen, Remus---"
"I don't want to hear it."
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Author's notes: What do you think? Please R&R