a happy thought: on friday, remus lupin (who is very much alive tyvm) turns 57, which means he and sirius are once again the same age.
as a present, sirius makes all his sweater vests into oven mitts. (he’s surprisingly skilled at sewing; a skill he learned during his DIY punk days in the 70s and 80s.)
“it’s time for an age crisis, moony. we’re going out and getting you some crop tops instead.”
“that’s not even close to being a functional replacement.” remus rolls his eyes but he can’t hold back a laugh.
sirius shrugs. “you’ll never again be as young as you are now, and i feel that you have deprived the world of crop top remus for far too long.” he waggles his eyebrows. there’s gray hairs in them now, but when he does it remus still sees the mischievous sixteen year-old who used to do the same thing.
“more like spared,” remus says, but he already knows he’s going to indulge sirius.
he’s pretty sure that making sirius smile is half the reason he’s lived this long, and he’d like to keep doing it for many years to come.