AN: Written for the 101 Kisses LJ community challenge, #13 gravity :D WAFF abound, marauder era ficlet, 500 words.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but J.K. Rowling's.
Sirius had never had the chance to hold another person's wand before. He hadn't honestly thought about it prior to that particular point in time, but there he was, in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, holding Remus' wand and shaking like a mad man. Yes, well, that would at least explain the strange looks he was gathering. Thankfully, Remus himself had turned away for the moment and couldn't see his generally cool and composed friend having a slight emotional breakdown over a piece of wood.
He couldn't help it, though, honestly. He could remember picking out his own wand, that very first day into Ollivander's. He could remember the musty smell of dust and wood, the dim lights playing off shelves and shelves of boxes stacked so high he was frightened they might tumble over on top of him and squash him before he even had the chance to attend school. And then Mr. Ollivander had placed it into his hands, eleven and a half inches, dragon heart string core. The world had exploded before his eyes and in his hands, like a marvellous dream, magic coursing through his hands and up his arms, a cool numb taking over his body. He was still smiling as they left the shop, Mr. Ollivander whistling a cheery tune as he magicked up the mess of boxes Sirius' new wand had created.
He couldn't, however, remember the feeling of intimacy that was running up and down his body at the feel of Remus' wand in his hand, the tingling in his fingertips and the heat in his face. It was stupid, he realized, but it was as if he was touching a part of Remus' soul, not just some shoddy piece of wood, spell-o-taped from a few too many trips to the shrieking shack and vibrating as if it wanted to blow up in Sirius' grip.
As Remus turned back round Sirius shuddered unintentionally, receiving a strange look from his friend. "Alright there, Padfoot?"
No, he was not alright. He was looking at Remus in a new light; he was feeling things he had never felt before, emotions he had never before experienced. He was acting like a bloody school girl, by God he was not alright. He whimpered a little.
"Hey, Sirius, c'mon, what's the matter?"
What was the matter? The matter was that something as stupid as holding Remus' wand was giving him chills. The matter was that he felt like gravity had been turned off in the room and he was floating away, all because Remus had simply needed to copy down that one last line for the transfiguration essay. Mind you, it was Sirius' essay, and it was an inch or two (or four) below what it was supposed to be, but still. Couldn't he have pocketed his wand instead?
"I feel like I'm flying."
"...What?"
Sirius just shook his head and kissed his best friend, slipping the wand into the other's robe pocket as he did so. Magic was an odd sort of thing, he thought, but he was an odd sort of person.
AN: Review please?