the_debt_of_time

James laughed mockingly, listing up the sleeve of his robe with a proud grin. "Nice
try, mate, she already knows that. I've got the scar from her stinging hex to prove it."
Remus growled and ran his hands through his shaggy hair in frustration. "Why are
you two being so difficult?"
"Not sure," James admitted casually. "Might be your reactions, if I'm being honest.
I'm feeling very provoked into the need to fuck with your head a little right now." He
chuckled, and Sirius joined in.
Remus turned and snarled at them, actually feeling it when his eyes flashed gold.
They immediately stopped laughing, though neither looked actually frightened.
Four years of watching Remus fold his socks had left his friends less than intimidated by
him.
"Okay, okay," James conceded. "Why do you need to see my sister?"
"She's been feeding me a potion all week," Remus admitted, trying to calm himself
down.
"What potion?" Sirius asked.
Remus sighed. "I'm not sure. She didn't tell me what it was called."
"You took a potion from your girlfriend without finding out what it's called?" Sirius
gaped at him.
Remus refused to make eye contact. "I know, I know."
"Better yet, you took a potion from Mia without finding out anything about it?"
James asked, looking horrified. Growling werewolf? No problem. Potentially poisonous
sister? Everyone on alert. "You do remember The Great Rainbow Explosion of 1974?"
"Or the Laugh-Inducing Potion she dared us to drink?" Sirius chimed in.
"Or the Exploding Potion she flushed down the second-floor girls' bathroom?"
"Pretty sure that was us, mate," Sirius said thoughtfully.
"Oh, yeah." James nodded with a nostalgic smile. "But what about the Babbling
Beverage she slipped Peter last Spring? He's still not allowed within ten feet of the
Hufflepuff table."
"Or the prefects' bathroom," Sirius continued.
"Remember when Macdonald punched him in the face?"
"Knocked out one of his teeth." Sirius laughed at the memory. "Remember how we
told him we could fix it with a Sticking Charm, Prongs?"