#144 words

(think Peter Pan and kisses)

"Make a wish, Pads."

Sirius faltered just as he was about to blow out his twelve candles. 

"A what?"

Remus blinked back in confusion. "You know, a wish? You think of something you really want and then you… just… wish for it. Hope to get it."

"Why wouldn't you just use a wand?" Sirius turned to James, relieved to see the same confusion mirrored on his face at Remus' explanation.

"Don't purebloods know about wishes?" At Sirius and James' head shakes, he continued. "Well, it's like I said, you think of something you really want, close your eyes -" Remus followed his own instructions, "-then blow out the candles." Again, Remus demonstrated, pursing his lips in a pseudo-blow.

Transfixed, all Sirius could think to wish for was to always see those long lashes, brushing against tawny skin, and have gently explaining lips focused on him. 

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