A/N: Hey all! I haven't forgotten about the kids. This had been knocking around in my brain for a while and it wasn't until today I was able to get it on "paper." It's un-beta'd (as usual) so all mistakes blah blah blah. You know the drill. Enjoy!
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Sirius sighed with disgust and sat back in his chair with a huff throwing his Quidditch magazine on his desk. He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled.
"Easy there, mate. Are you trying to set your desk on fire?" James asked, lounging negligently in a comfy chair that twisted and tilted. He had one leg draped over the arm while he perused a magazine with the newest broom models that had come out that summer.
"No," Sirius growled sinking lower in the chair and pouting.
James glanced at Cissy and Cat sitting on Sirius' bed and grinned crookedly.
Cissy and Cat stole glances at each other and grinned evilly. "Hmm . . . what do you think they're doing now?" Cat asked innocently as she applied a second coat of garishly purple nail polish on her toes. She sat back slightly and eyed them critically while casting covert glances at Sirius.
Sirius shuddered, his scowl deepening. He knew what went on in his seventeen year old head when it thought of a certain someone who would forever remain nameless, so he didn't even want to think about what Ronnie was thinking about - let alone doing with - his impressionable and innocent sixteen year old baby sister.
"I bet Ronnie's wining and dining Lily right now," Cissy went on, her tone light and casual. "And she's being utterly charmed and swept off her feet."
James had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at the green tint suffusing his best friend's face.
"Lily's too young to drink," Sirius growled refusing to turn and look at the girls lounging on his bed.
"That didn't stop her last year when we won the Quidditch Cup you know," Cissy spoke up helpfully. "And she was only fifteen then."
Sometimes he really hated his friends. They knew exactly which buttons to push, how to push them and when. Right now there was no delicate pushing or precise timing. No, they were mashing their hands on those buttons over and over just hoping for an explosion. Well, if they weren't careful, they were going to get one!
"Don't forget that time last month we all got pissed, or have you forgotten that little tattoo on your chest?" Cat grinned impishly, winking over at Cissy.
"I'm sure Ronnie's being a perfect gentleman," James spoke up trying to even out the odds since the girls seemed intent on ganging up against Sirius. "Right Cat? You went out with him for a few months."
"He's a Weasley, how could he be anything less?" Cat replied honestly. "But he can give one fantastic snog."
Along with his father's eyes, Sirius had also inherited his father's quick fire temper and that had been the last straw. Cat, Cissy and James settled in for the long haul as Sirius leapt up yelling and cursing Ronnie's birth and existence, promising to hex his manhood off if he so dared to lay a finger on his baby sister! Outwardly he ranted at the thought of his supposed best friend snogging Lily, but inwardly he wasn't so sure that was the only reason he was so angry.
Remmy opened the door and stared at his older brother with an expression eerily similar to the expression their mother got when their father went on a rant. "What the bloody hell is going on with you?" he asked leaning against the door jamb.
"Remmy! Language," Sirius scolded half heartedly. "Just because mum and dad are out doesn't mean you get to curse like a bloody sailor."
Remmy rolled his eyes at his older brother. He didn't like cursing much anyway; he was only twelve and he always felt no matter where he was he'd be caught by his mother whenever he did it. "You didn't answer my question."
"Lily is out with Ronnie on a date and Sirius is pulling his big brother routine," Cat spoke up helpfully.
Remmy frowned. "Lily didn't go out with Ronnie tonight."
"What?" Sirius whirled on his little brother. "Why?"
He shrugged a shoulder. "She said she was sick so she cancelled. She's been in her room the entire night."
"Then where's Ronnie?"
Remmy shrugged again. "I dunno. Home?"
The four friends and one little brother trooped down the hall to Lily's room passing Sir Geoffrey floating hurriedly downstairs muttering something about the bloody clouds obscuring the Perseids that night. "Lily?" Cissy called out softly, knocking gently on the door.
Lily groaned in response which Cissy took it upon herself to interpret as "Come in!"
She opened the door slowly, squinting into the darkness. The light from the hall revealed a huddled mass under a fluffy butter yellow duvet. "Lily, Remmy said you were sick. Do you need anything?" Cat called out softly.
"C'mere," came a mumbled response.
Cissy and Cat walked forward and knelt next to the head of Lily's bed. She whispered something that none of the boys could hear and like lightening the girls leapt up and ran out of the room. "I just hope we don't have to brew it!" Sirius heard Cat mutter as she went past.
"Are you ok, Lils?" Sirius asked worriedly.
"Yeah, just don't feel so good."
"D'you know where Ronnie is?"
"At Wheeze's I think. Fred and George did something and they needed reinforcements to clean up the mess," Lily mumbled back. She stirred on the bed, turning over to grin up at him. "Glad I didn't go on the date?"
Sirius crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. "Yeah, so?"
"I rescheduled for next weekend, so don't get comfy," Lily replied with a wicked grin she'd learned all too well from Cissy and Cat.
Sirius groaned and James clapped a hand to his friend's shoulder. "You win some and you lose some," James said with a chuckle.
"And Sirius," Lily called out just before he closed the door. "Ronnie is a great snogger."
Cat and Cissy looked up from scouring the potions stores in the kitchen and then at each other at the sound of an inarticulate howl from upstairs. "He's too easy!" Cat snickered.
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