#i hc that Remus is into very smart horror movies and Sirius is here for box office hits

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Blackbird. A little fluff before I head off to the airport for school :)

“Huh,” exhaled Remus as he tried to comprehend the scene in front of him.

“It’s his Halloween costume,” said Sirius.

Remus perused the lump of black cloth, covered in faux feathers. “Harry asked for this?” he asked incredulously.

“I know right? A bird? The poor sprog seems to have forgotten dogs exist,” sniffed Sirius.

“This is a just a bird costume? I thought it was some sort of monster of the horror genre. You know, like La Carcagne,” replied Remus.

“Yes, our four year old specifically asked to dress up as a monster from a hilariously terrible niche horror movie from the 50’s,” said Sirius sarcastically.

“It’s not a crime to enjoy the horror genre, you know,” replied Remus, raising his eyebrows.

“It is if you like the weird pseudo-intellectual ones, Moony. What is so bad about an old fashioned cursed doll, may I ask?”

“Because the doll is reductive and these so called niche horror villains are often an analogy for society’s villains-,” Remus paused suddenly, catching the teasing look on Sirius’s face. “Wait, I’m not letting you goad me into this argument again, Padfoot.”

Sirius barked a laugh. “But you make it so easy, Moony!”

Remus rolled his eyes. “So, Harry wants to be a crow, then? I suppose the costume’s alright then.”

“A crow? This is a blackbird costume,” Sirius emphasized. He grinned at his partner. “It’s because of that rhyme you’re always singing to him. He loves it.”

A surge of emotion flooded Remus. He swallowed. “Oh, is that so?” He tried to get his next words out in an even tone. “I suppose I can help him with a few alterations then.” Remus waved his wand to levitate the costume, before hastily leaving the kitchen.

Shaking his head at Remus’s attempt to hide how touched he was, Sirius looked out the window and smirked at the array of birds sitting on their porch. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned in a faux threatening tone. “Harry is our little blackbird, not yours,” he laughed.