FIC: Warmth [chapter 4]

[leashy_bebes]

Part 4: Sexy Little Uniforms
Still G, still preslash.
Ta to brighty and lanenk @ blacklupin.org for a wee bit of inspiration.



"There you are..."

"Here I am."

"I've been looking for you."

"I've been here."

"So I see. Hey. You alright?"

"Fine."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright then. I like your new and interesting definition of the word 'fine'."

"I'm – "

"I know you hate careers guidance sessions, Moony."

"You...have a really annoying way of seeing right through me, don't you?"

"That's what I'm here for. So. How'd it go?"

"Oh, you know. I'm a good student but given certain factors I should probably downgrade my expectations to somewhere around toilet cleaner or male prostitute."

"You'd be loaded."

"Cleaning bogs?"

"Selling yourself."

"You're a complete idiot, you know."

"Yeah. Listen, I'll give you a job."

"Yeah?"

"You can be my butler, or something."

"I appreciate the offer, but I have my eye on a lovely little street corner."

"Now who's the idiot?"

"I think both of us, sometimes."

"I think so too. Balances things out nicely."

"How did your meeting go?"

"...really good, actually."

"How so?"

"I - am going to be a healer."

"A what?"

"A healer. You know. At Mungo's, with the sexy little uniforms, and the interesting maladies."

"And the really long hours?"

"Those too."

"...Are you joking?"

"Why? Do you think I'd be bad at it?"

"I...think you'd be brilliant at it. I just thought you were going to be an auror, or work in muggle relations or something."

"Well, you know. Auror sounds like fun when you're about fifteen, and muggle relations would send my parents into possibly terminal shock so..."

"Really? Healing?"

"Yep."

"Well. How did that go down?"

"Good, actually. McGonagall's going to write to Mungo's for me, apparently they normally start keeping an eye on their potential employees a bit before now."

"You're actually serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yep. That's what she said, you know. Neither of you believe I could possibly have any ambition beyond making things explode, do you?"

"Well going on prior evidence, Padfoot..."

"Oi, you!"

"I mean - well done."

"Haven't done anything yet."

"But you will."

"If they'll have me."

"They will."

"How do you know?"

"Because you've decided they will. You have that look in your eye, Sirius, and while I might not be used to seeing it other than in relation to pranks, I do know what it means. So. Well done."

"Thanks. It's actually all down to you, you know?"

"Er – really? How so?"

"You – er... You remember last full moon? When I did the thing that we're not allowed to discuss?"

"Yes."

"Well – you said I couldn't fix everything."

"Right, but I don't see how – Oh, Padfoot... That wasn't meant to be a challenge, you know?"

"I know. I just like telling you I told you so."

"I know you do, but that's maybe not the best basis for a career choice."

"Probably better than annoying my family or because I thought it sounded cool."

"So you're going to - what? Find a cure for lycanthropy?"

"Maybe not straight away."

"Your modesty is astounding."

"Ta. I won't just be doing werewolf health to start with obviously, but I will learn all kinds of useful stuff for you."

"..."

"What?"

"Nothing, just - you just surprise me sometimes."

"I am very surprising."

"You are."

"It's one of my good points."

"One among many, Padfoot. Come on. Let's go and confound some portraits."

"That's more like my Moony."


>>part 5

Comments

[leashy-bebes.livejournal.com]

Haha, me too!

I'm glad you liked it. I don't think I've read any actual fics with Sirius as a healer, but loads of people do say they see him that way too.