#trophy room

Trophy room to ‘mount everest’ by labrinth

Halloween gladiator scene to ‘take me to church’ by Hozier

is dead ass a line in these books and honestly I’m here for it

@wolfstarmicrofic September 8, word count 649

“Absolutely ridiculous! So, going to put dung bombs in Filch’s pockets. Mrs Norris better watch out,” Sirius grumbled under his breath as he buffed the polish off an old Quidditch trophy. He’d been caught jinxing the taps in the school bathrooms to spray water all over them. He only managed to get three of the bathrooms finished before he was caught by Filch coming out of the girls' bathroom on the fourth floor. He’d been taken straight to Professor McGonagall’s office. 

He’d just about convinced her that he had needed to go to the toilet so badly he’d run into the wrong one when a bunch of students turned up at her door, soaked from head to toe in water. He’d received a month of detention. It was mostly worth it. 

But after five days of polishing the same trophies over and over again and smelling like polish no matter how much he used of James’s fancy soap, he rubbed all over himself. His hands ached, and his neck was getting stiff. He wanted to go hang out with his friends, but instead, he was stuck there. 

“Psst!” A voice whispered from somewhere in the room. He spun around searching for the whisperer, but he couldn’t see anyone. 

“Must be hearing things, or it's Peeves,” Sirius rolled his eyes and buffed the front of a special services to the school award for some tosser called Riddle. 

“Psst!” the voice said right in his ear.  Sirius jumped into the air, dropping his cloth and the tin of polish with a loud clatter. 

“What’s going on in here?!” Filch hissed, barging into the trophy room. 

“Sorry, dropped the tin,” Sirius apologised cheerfully, stooping to pick up the dropped items. Filch narrowed his eyes at him and slowly backed out of the room. 

“I’m watching you,” he hissed and shut the door. 

Sirius waited a moment before getting back to polishing. 

“Psst!” The voice whispered in his other ear this time. Sirius stuck his hand out and hit something solid. Whatever it was, burst into a fit of laughter and Sirius knew exactly who it was. 

He felt around and gently tugged at the cloak, revealing Remus beneath it. “Hi,” Remus said, grinning mischievously. 

“You prat!” Sirius gained back. “What are you doing here?” Remus shrugged. 

“I thought you could use some company.”

“Oh, and you thought making me think I was going mad was the way to do it?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow questionably. Remus shrugged again. 

“What can I say? I was bored.” 

“So, have you come to help me polish?” Sirius asked hopefully. 

“Something like that,” Remus answered, raising his wand, and the cloth and tin rose out of Sirius’s hands and began polishing the trophies on their own.

“Moony, I full on love you!” He cheered, throwing his arms around Remus’s neck. Remus rested his hands on Sirius’s waist. Sirius’s heart began pounding. He leaned back to look at Remus’s face, keeping his arms around his neck. His stomach flipped. Remus winked at him and moved his hands away from Sirius’s waist. Sirius didn’t want Remus to move his hands, but he didn’t know how to voice that without it sounding weird. 

They sat down and chatted for the next hour until the cloth was done polishing. 

“I’ll meet you in the dorm,” Remus said, slipping the invisibility cloak over himself until Sirius was staring at the space Remus had been. 

The door opened, and Filch poked his head around the door. 

“Are you done yet?” he sneered. Sirius put a smile on his face and skipped past Filch. 

“Yup, see you tomorrow,” and gave him a little wave. He’d never seen him look more horrified. 

Once he was alone in his bed that night, he thought about that odd moment with Remus. He’d never felt like that before, apart from with…