FIC: Warmth [chapter 2]

[leashy_bebes]

Chapter 2: Bananas and Pickle
There wasn't meant to be a part 2, I blame clovermews
Still G, still all dialogue



"Alright?"

"Alright, Padfoot."

"What're you doing?"

"Does the pile of books not give you a clue?"

"Are you... hmm, maybe making a violin out of banana skins and pickle?"

"Yes, Padfoot, I am making a violin. Out of banana skins and pickle. You're a bloody maniac."

"Thank you. What're you studying for?"

"Transfiguration."

"No, I mean - what are you studying now for? It's Thursday evening."

"Perfectly reasonable time to study."

"You and reasonable. I think it's your favourite word."

"No, my favourite word is onomatopoeia."

"...You - you have a favourite word, and I'm the maniac?"

"This is correct. Not my fault you don't have a literary bone in your body."

"Do so! My favourite word is - uh - shenanigans."

"Somehow I'm not surprised."

"So. Thursday evening. Studying. Why?"

"I think first you need to explain why studying on a Thursday evening is not acceptable. Then I'll shoot your theory down and make you cry like a girl. That's how these things usually go, isn't it?"

"I never cry. Especially not like a girl."

"You do. Into your dainty lace-trimmed pillow, I've seen you."

"Leaving aside your dainty lace-based fantasies, it's wrong to study on a Thursday evening because Thursday evening is almost Friday, which is almost the weekend."

"Ri-ight. But you could expand that logic out to cover the whole week."

"And frequently do. I thought that'd be pushing it a bit for you, though."

"You thought right. In fact, even referring to it as logic was a bit of a stretch."

"So. What transfiguration are you working on?"

"You're joking, aren't you? We're in the same class, Padfoot, how can you not know what I'm working on?"

"Because it probably isn't due for two weeks."

"One week."

"Same thing."

"Quite a different thing, actually."

"So what is it?"

"The essay comparing live-to-live and live-to-inert transfigurations."

"Oh that. There's a good section in Marsden and Westwick."

"Really?"

"Moony, I've read every transfiguration book in this place. Well. Skimmed them, at least."

"Oh. Oh, right. Of course."

"Pass it over."

"It's...um... Here, this one."

"Right. Hmm... Where did it... There you go."

"Oh, right. That does look good..."

"So - you could check it out and we could go - somewhere."

"Somewhere?"

"Yeah. Flying or - something, I don't know."

"...what're you after?"

"What? Nothing! Why do I have to be..."

"Alright, keep your hair on, I was only messing around."

"Oh. Well. Alright."

"...are you okay, mate?"

"What? Fine. I'm fine."

"Sure? You seem a bit...odd."

"You tell me I'm odd about fifty times a day, why are you objecting now?"

"Alright, don't get – It's nothing."

"You – What?"

"I just feel like you're about to pull a prank on me or something."

"Well – I'm not."

"I believe you, thousands wouldn't. You're just...around a lot at the moment. I feel like you're doing reconnaissance for an ambush."

"You're extremely paranoid, Mr. Moony."

"With friends like you, Mr. Padfoot, paranoia is an entirely reasonable reaction."

"There's that word again."

"What – oh. Well – "

"I can go. If you want."

"Huh?"

"Well if you feel like I'm plotting to ambush you then that's probably a not terribly polite way of telling me to bugger off, isn't it?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, come on. I'll check this book out and we can...go flying, I suppose."

"Wait, are you taking my advice?"

"Possibly. I'll deny it if anyone asks, though."

"I wouldn't expect anything less. Come on, get moving."

"Alright, hold your hippogriffs."

"Come ooonnnn."

"I didn't know going flying with me was such a thrill, Padfoot. You're like a little boy on Christmas day."

"You're the best present I've had all my life."

"Aww..."

"If you'd come with a bow on it'd be perfect."

"Idiot. C'mon, let’s go."

>>chapter 3

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...Okay I've had too much sugar today.