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S W E E T T O O T H

Misunderstanding.



Glasses askew, James Potter felt horrible. He was sprawled out on Sirius’ bed, dramatically complaining of his stomach ache. There were about twenty candy wrappers around him, seven of which were from large chocolate bars.

“Now, please, for my own sanity, explain why you had to eat all those in one sitting?”

Attempting a brave feat, James struggled to sit up.

“You wouldn’t understand, mate,” he blubbered, chocolate stains temporarily marking his cheeks and lips. “She didn’t even acknowledge my gifts or notes…”

Sirius’ left eye twitched. “So you ate them? Merlin, you’re turning into a whiny girl.”