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The first time Sirius successfully managed a transformation into his animal form, he spent almost the entire time sniffing Remus with varying degrees of subtlety. James's attempts at distracting him ("Here boy! Look, a stick!") were dismissed with such elan that Remus wondered if, physical appearance aside, Sirius hadn't in fact transformed into a cat.
A few hours later, when Sirius had got his breath back enough to reverse the transformation, did nothing to quell this suspicion; Sirius immediately demanded entrance to the prefect's bathroom, nevermind *how* he knew James had the code-word, he just *did*, since, "I smell like a wet dog, just-- like something Snivellus would brew up."
"And yet, still better than you normally smell," James said brightly. "It's deodorant *and* a wash, Sirius, not deodorant *or*."
"Be nice," Remus said. "Sirius can't help it; he's only just reached adolescence. He's just not as used to it as we are."
"You've been hanging around Ravenclaws too much," James said with some admiration. "That was Sinistra-level bitchy."
"You lot can all fuck off," Sirius said cheerfully. "And James, don't be bitter because I don't have your shining example of a teenager's complexion. Maybe you can get the profs to whip up another batch of out-damned-spot, 'cause the last one..."
"Is anyone else disturbed that Sirius knows the word complexion?" Peter said. "Or that he used it correctly in a sentence?"
"I'm more disturbed that three quarters of my friends apparently changed gender when they changed species," Remus said. "Complexions, bitching, perfume--"
"After-shave!" James protested.
"It would be, if you actually needed to shave," Sirius said. "Now, it's just eau de toilette."
"And thank you Sirius for making my point." Remus shook his head. "Maybe you'd be better off heading to the girls' bathroom..."
"Might be safer for you if he was," James said, elbowing Remus harder than he needed to. "Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, is there something you want to tell us? We're open-minded, new men-types, we'll be okay with your lifestyle--" He ducked when Sirius aimed a casual punch.
"Fuck off, James. I'm not the one obsessed with riding my phallic symbol all the time."
"Nah, just the one obsessed with riding Re--" And James didn't quite manage to dodge Remus's kick.
"Come on," Remus said. "If I can trust you with my virtue, I'll take you to the prefects bathroom."
"Sure you don't want a chapero-- ow!"
It was a lot quieter in the corridors. Sirius did smell like a wet dog, and it wasn't nice, but wasn't entirely unpleasant either. It wasn't completely silent; there was the sound of stairways moving, paintings whispering to each other, various familiars fighting their own interhouse battles.
"It was just your smell," Sirius said when they got to the prefect's bathroom. "You didn't-- I thought you'd smell, you know, wolfish." He shrugged and looked embarrassed. "Dangerous or scary, get my hackles up."
"If we could be sniffed out, we'd have been wiped out centuries ago," Remus said.
Sirius shrugged. "I guess."
"So what did I smell like then?" Remus asked.
Sirius shrugged again. "Shampoo. Inks, dust, sweat. Teenage boy. You." He smiled, looked a little embarrassed, and went into the bathroom.
A few hours later, when Sirius had got his breath back enough to reverse the transformation, did nothing to quell this suspicion; Sirius immediately demanded entrance to the prefect's bathroom, nevermind *how* he knew James had the code-word, he just *did*, since, "I smell like a wet dog, just-- like something Snivellus would brew up."
"And yet, still better than you normally smell," James said brightly. "It's deodorant *and* a wash, Sirius, not deodorant *or*."
"Be nice," Remus said. "Sirius can't help it; he's only just reached adolescence. He's just not as used to it as we are."
"You've been hanging around Ravenclaws too much," James said with some admiration. "That was Sinistra-level bitchy."
"You lot can all fuck off," Sirius said cheerfully. "And James, don't be bitter because I don't have your shining example of a teenager's complexion. Maybe you can get the profs to whip up another batch of out-damned-spot, 'cause the last one..."
"Is anyone else disturbed that Sirius knows the word complexion?" Peter said. "Or that he used it correctly in a sentence?"
"I'm more disturbed that three quarters of my friends apparently changed gender when they changed species," Remus said. "Complexions, bitching, perfume--"
"After-shave!" James protested.
"It would be, if you actually needed to shave," Sirius said. "Now, it's just eau de toilette."
"And thank you Sirius for making my point." Remus shook his head. "Maybe you'd be better off heading to the girls' bathroom..."
"Might be safer for you if he was," James said, elbowing Remus harder than he needed to. "Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, is there something you want to tell us? We're open-minded, new men-types, we'll be okay with your lifestyle--" He ducked when Sirius aimed a casual punch.
"Fuck off, James. I'm not the one obsessed with riding my phallic symbol all the time."
"Nah, just the one obsessed with riding Re--" And James didn't quite manage to dodge Remus's kick.
"Come on," Remus said. "If I can trust you with my virtue, I'll take you to the prefects bathroom."
"Sure you don't want a chapero-- ow!"
It was a lot quieter in the corridors. Sirius did smell like a wet dog, and it wasn't nice, but wasn't entirely unpleasant either. It wasn't completely silent; there was the sound of stairways moving, paintings whispering to each other, various familiars fighting their own interhouse battles.
"It was just your smell," Sirius said when they got to the prefect's bathroom. "You didn't-- I thought you'd smell, you know, wolfish." He shrugged and looked embarrassed. "Dangerous or scary, get my hackles up."
"If we could be sniffed out, we'd have been wiped out centuries ago," Remus said.
Sirius shrugged. "I guess."
"So what did I smell like then?" Remus asked.
Sirius shrugged again. "Shampoo. Inks, dust, sweat. Teenage boy. You." He smiled, looked a little embarrassed, and went into the bathroom.
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Date: 2005-01-18 11:42 am (UTC)And Peter not behaving like a total moron. You have my undying devotion just for this.
Thank you!
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Date: 2005-01-19 03:28 pm (UTC)That was really cute, funny and boy-ish.
The ending was adorable.
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