50 Ways to Flirt with a Werewolf

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Sirius tapped his finger against his leg impatiently waiting for something to do. "Remus," he called. "Reeeemus!" The sandy haired boy didn't flinch from across the room. "Moooooony? Rem! Werewolf! Hairy boy! Teen wolf! Re-"

"What do you want Sirius?" Remus burst out, setting aside his newspaper. 

Sirius shrugged, leaning back into his chair. "I'm bored."

"Then find something to do."

"I'm talking to you."

"I'm busy."

"I'll let you win at Wizard's Chess."

Remus narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean let me win? I happen to be a brilliant chess player!"

"That's what you think."

Letting his competitive side take over, Remus marched over to Sirius and pulled over the chess board between the two of them. "I'll have you know I've beaten every other Marauder in chess. I'm the champion."

"No, I'm the champion. Prongs is the lovesick one, Peter is the funny one, and you're the hot one."

"I'm the hot one?" Remus questioned with a tone of surprise. "When was this established?"

"Just now."

Remus fake bowed, "I'm flattered. When do I make my acceptance speech?"

"Should I add cocky to the list?"

"No, then I'd be you."