Carmilla's fanworks

"Hey, Little Red Riding Hood!"

Remus ran down the dormitary stairs to catch up with Sirius. He caught him by the arm and spun him around, the better to admire his bright red dress robes.

He himself was dressed in faded cloth-of-gold, so that between them, they would make up the Gryffindor house colours. Sirius noted with a smile that, in his hurry, he’d buttoned it up wrong, making the whole thing look lopsided. Quickly (because if he stopped to think about the fact that he was undoing Remus’ buttons, they were going to be even later) he sorted them out. Then together, they raced through the corridors towards the Great Hall.

Right outside, Remus stopped him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Sirius pressed their foreheads together with a wicked smile.

“Quite sure, Moony dear.”

And arm in arm, they went in to the Valentine’s ball.

Mrs. Weasley was sorting the washing when she found a shirt she didn't recognise. It was deep blue, and made of something fine and soft. Not the sort of thing any of her boys went in for, she thought with an indulgent smile. Boys.... on a sudden inspiration, she turned over the collar. Sure enough, there was a name label inside. Oliver Wood. Ah, that explained it. He and Percy had been room mates last year. He could easily have picked it up, thinking it was his, and packed it with his own clothes.

It never crossed her mind to question how Percy could accidentally take something so different from any of his own clothes, not to mention a size or two bigger. And she certainly didn't wonder what the stains on it were, or how they got there.