Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two
Arrogant Slytherins and Promiscuous Ravenclaws
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "are we having fun yet?"
(This is How You Remind Me - Nickelback)September 21st, 1998Remus walked several paces behind Harry and Ron as they returned to Grimmauld
Place from the bakery, munching on one of the pastries. A selected assortment of baked
goods had been wrapped in the boxes that he was carrying—with the exception of the
chocolate-covered breakfast items that were being safeguarded in Harry's hands. The
croissants they originally had gone for were apparently being reserved for another
customer, and Remus was burying his disappointment in other sweets.
He was pulled from his thoughts of stealing the box from Harry when they
approached the steps of number twelve to see Sirius sitting there, a glass of amber liquid
in hand that could be identified at a distance as Muggle liquor, meaning Sirius was drinking
for the intent to actually drink, which was never a good sign so early in the day.
"Morning, Pads," he greeted hesitantly.
Sirius raised his glass in salute. "Moony, Harry, Ron."
"Drinking already?" Remus eyed the glass as Sirius brought it to his lips. "You know
it's only half nine."
Sirius nodded, licked his lips, and took another sip. "Nursing a bit of a headache,"
he said smoothly, giving no further indication as to why Muggle liquor was the new remedy
for headaches instead of a Pain Relief Potion. "Mia's redecorating the house a bit."
"Really? She was never very―"
A loud crash inside the house had all three standing wizards nearly jumping out of
their skin, wands drawn. Looking down at Sirius's relaxed demeanour, they all put their