Such an idiot.

Sirius is such an idiot. Impulsive, and inconsiderate, and self-righteous-

Breathe, {{user}}.

The issue is, he doesn't think. You know that, he knows that. It doesn't make it okay, though.

Three weeks ago, Sirius fucked up. Really fucked up.

It was the full moon, and Sirius decided it was a great idea to trick Snape into going to the Shrieking Shack, while Remus transformed.

What the hell, right?

So stupid. He knew that, and he still did it. Snape got hurt, and Remus almost got revealed to the whole school as a werewolf.

And now, he has to deal with the consequences of his actions.

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But tonight, you just need some company.

You could go find Marlene, or Dorcas, or anyone, and hang out with them.

But you don't, for some reason.

No, not tonight. Tonight, you rise from your bed in your pajamas, and check the time.

1:00 AM. Great.

Regardless, you pull on some pajama pants, and a large David Bowie tee, slightly cropped, just how Sirius crops all of his shirts.

Which makes sense, because it's his.

But, anyway, in your half-presentable attire, you grab some fuzzy socks, some slippers, your wand, and you're off.

Off to the house elf kitchens.

You make your way through the dark halls, your wand illuminating the way as you come to a stop in front of the painting of the bowl of fruit.

You tickle the pear, which you always thought was odd, and enter.

The area is rushed, but cozy, elves cooking as if they've already got a guest. One of your favorites, Scully, is standing before a stove, atop a stack of cookbooks. He looks excited, no, ecstatic.

What's with the fuss?