Towel - March 2nd - word count: 356 - @wolfstarmicrofic
“Honestly, I think we should all thank Dorcas for booking us this vacation,” Sirius sighed, staring up at the cloudless sky. “Tenerife is beautiful.”
Remus hummed in agreement. “And the weather is doing wonders for me, you know.”
“Well, that settles it. We must buy a house here this instant,” Sirius said, sitting up and pulling out his phone. “What’s our budget, dearest Moony?”
“We’re not buying a vacation house here, Sirius,” Remus sighed, still lying down on the beach towel.
“Too late. I found a good one, Moonshine. Look!” Sirius shoved his phone in front of Remus. There was a picture of a beautiful villa with whitewashed walls and a large pool.
Remus looked at the price.
“Two million euros?” he gasped. “Sirius, we can’t-”
“Oh, but we can,” Sirius remarked smugly. “Dead rich bastard parents, remember?”
Remus raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t Regulus have control of the assets? I thought you were disowned.”
“Nah, not disowned,” Sirius said, waving a hand nonchalantly. “My pyromaniacal hag of a mother just burnt one of my sets of documents. Grandfather Arcturus had another set and so did Grandfather Pollux.”
“So, you’re… the head of Black Industries?” Remus asked, sitting up.
“Nah, that’s Reg. Gave that to him ‘cause I didn’t want to be associated with those bitches.”
“So, what you’re saying is that the current owner of Black Industries is over there making out with James Potter?” Remus pointed towards the shallows, where it was blatantly obvious that Regulus and James were sucking face.
“Well, if you really want to put it that way, then yes,” Sirius replied begrudgingly. “Anyways, do we want this villa or not?”
“I mean, you have the money,” Remus shrugged. “Why not?”
“Watch out, Moonykins, you’ll become my trophy husband yet,” Sirius grinned.
Remus sighed, lying back down and staring back up at the sky. “Padfoot, is this you telling me you’re going to propose soon?”
“Maybe, maybe not. Wait, what was the thing that the one guy with the accent said?” Sirius asked, scrolling through his phone. “Oh, right! Jaybe… or jaybe not.”
Remus groaned. “Sirius, stop quoting the Arcane voice actors.”