[He's stuck]

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There was one downside, Sirius decided, to being at prank war with the Slytherin's was the back lash, aka the pranks they had for the marauders in return for theirs. He was currently stuck to the bench in the corridor, that one right next to the D.A.D.A. teachers office who just happened to be away that week. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Remus voice came, instigating Sirius jumping.

"Anti-sticking charms?" He asked. 

Remus' face went through the 'motions at a hundred mile an hour; he frowned for only a second before his face flashed with horrific worry, then settling on grinning that stupidly, beautiful, goofy, lazy smile and laughing at his misfortune. 

Remus snorted, "How?"

"Shut up," Sirius pouted at which Remus' giggles evolved into hysterical wheezes. Sirius drooled, hands stuck to the chair and therefore not being able to wipe it away, as he watched the way he laughed with clumsy grace. "If I weren't stuck to this damn bench I would 100% kiss you right now."

Remus sobered up, eyes almost crying and laughs subsiding as he gazed at Sirius in disbelief, seemingly stuck halfway between his own reverie and reality. "W-what?" he choked. Then, barely thinking, he uncharacteristically played Sirius' submissive disadvantage to his own advantage. "Is that so?"

Sirius bit his lip and looked away, a loss of power finally hitting him. Maybe now he realised he couldn't admit something and then just run away. He supposes it's a lesson worth teaching, a metaphor, an allegory, a moral, a life skill. 

Remus cocked his head to the side, amused, as he got on his knees to see Sirius at eye level. He took one, sweeping glance down both sides of the corridor before pledging himself to Sirius' wish. He stood back up moments later, admiring the red tint that now dusted his friend's face.

"If I weren't stuck to this chair then I would 100% rip your clothes off and-"

"Then it's a good job you are stuck to the bench," Remus cut in hurriedly as he laughed, his confidence diminishing at the sensation of the colour flushing his own face. 




{October 2nd, 2020, 18:13}

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