Those are three drabbles (all under 100 words) which I found while clearing out my old fanfics. I think I wrote one of them for a challenge. They're just pieces of fun and fluff (of course, I'd love reviews anyway

).
Title: Literature
Author: Glam
Rating: G
Pairing: Remus/Sirius implied
Disclaimer: I don't own Sirius or Remus, sadly.
Concrit: is love.
Literature
„Remus.“
„Mmm.“
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„Moooooony.“
„For god’s sake, Padfoot, I’m trying to read. What
is it?” Remus peered over the brim of the tome he was buried in. Sirius sulked.
“You could stop reading and put that book away.”
An exasperated sigh. “Sirius, this is a piece of distinguished literature. Please show a little respect for it.”
“Oh, but I
do. That’s why I’m telling you to put it away, so it won’t get
dog-ears…”
A small ‘pop’, followed by a shriek, then a big black dog jumped onto Remus’ belly and started tickling him thoroughly.
Title: Chocolate
Rating: G
Pairing: R/S implied
Concrit: please?
Chocolate
A feeling of peaceful laziness lay in the air this Sunday morning. The flat was warm and cosy, as well as comfortingly silent. The black shaggy dog made its way tentatively over the wooden floorboards. They creaked a little, and the sound made the dog stop and listen. When nothing happened, the corners of its mouth lifted until it looked as if it were grinning. It hurried the last steps towards a cabinet with a silver tray, nudged the door open with its nose and –
“Padfoot,
will you get your paws off my chocolate! ”
Title: Synonyms
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: The synonyms are from the
New Oxford Thesaurus of English. The characters are JKR's.
Synonyms
Sirius got a thesaurus for the Chinese Year of the Dog. A considerate relative gave it to him, and now he invites the Marauders to a session of synonym-hunting.
“I’m not in there”, he complains, checking under “S”.
“
Dog: hound, canine, mongrel, cur, tyke”, James reads aloud. “How unimaginative.”
Peter is next. “
Male Dog: bitch, pup, puppy, whelp. A little better.”
Remus is already leafing to “P”.
“
To pad”, he recites. “
To walk quietly, tread warily, creep, tiptoe, steal, sneak, prowl, slink,…” He breaks off, and his three friends still in anticipation.
Tasting each syllable, Remus reads out: “To pus-sy-foot.”