Ok, to continue the pseudo resuscitation (which is slowly but surely, they say), my first fan-fic of life (Really) because all my life I've been reading, but writing never had Indeed! OMG is my first time and wea xD.
that ... It is the coffee that would not have survived without this weekend of the devil.
Café.
Second Sirius found the coffee, a fifth student gave it to try at breakfast after he said it was not fair to get up so early, he still had dreams, I was going to be sleepy all day and those kind of allegations against the entire universe in general that Sirius was more or less every day, for reasons varying but recurring.
The student was cute, but rather beautiful, three years older, with brown hair and violet eyes, Remus recalls a stitch in your stomach that could be jealousy, but that associated with the closeness of the full moon, when she leaned across the table to pass the cup making the buttons on your stiffen blouse and her hair fell well on the face with such subtlety that surround women begin to have 15 years. Sirius took the cup with a bit of apprehension, looked at the substance on the inside with a frown as she said it was his daily fuel three of coffee and two sugar that could not survive without it in the morning and blah ... over time the women pointless talks about Sirius would no longer seem atosigantes and begin to be funny, but that day Remus wanted to take the language of that girl in the fifth and tie it around her throat to stop talking a damn time.
Sirius shrugged and tried it, a small sip, a frown and that hair that was beginning to grow beyond what is socially permissible, then another sip a little larger, move the rate of the lips and watches the girl like a kind of Messiah and the coffee cup the holy grail.
Remus did not know then, but then, he knew he could not sleep at night in weeks, months, maybe never could to, because Sirius said "Wow, and then again - Wow, this coffee, whatever, is absolutely fantastic - and then licked his lips. The girl said - Keep - When he tried to return the cup, and then smiled as he rose and left the room with her fellow fifth, who had the shirt too tight and the lack amorally short. Knew he could not sleep at night, because the image of Sirius saying Wow and licking his lips would haunt him at night as the moon, just like the moon, much more than the moon.
Lalalala and that the good news is that my stress is over the limit and nothing matters to me xD.
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