“…said he missed doing the crossword.”

( Author's Note )

Title: “…said he missed doing the crossword.”

Word Count: 100

Challenge: Nostalgia

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

 Rating: G

Disclaimer: I am a not-for-profit disorganisation. I shouldn’t be too worried about me, were I you.

 

Sun bleeds in through dingy windows, streaks across the beaten hardwood and falls on the two men sprawled there. Heads bent over creased newsprint shimmer with it, unimagined strands of red in unassuming brown hair like multifaceted crystal, and onyx set with it. The darker head inclines, slowly, to the right, to watch the other man, knowing that at any moment the side of his mouth might quirk up in quiet triumph, that eyes full of life might look for his, and that he could miss it, thinking of a five letter word for “perfect fish on a line” instead.