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I opened a fortune cookie and this was the message. Sirius/Remus.

Cookies for Padfoot

"Hunger is the man who finds salvation in a cookie."
-Fortune Cookie

Remus eats his lunch with the other Gryffindors, savoring each gulp of icy pumpkin juice and each chunk of chicken sandwich. Suddenly, the stare of grey eyes interrupt him.

"What do you want, Sirius?" he asks, annoyed.

"…That."

"What's 'that?'"

"That, on your plate."

"You mean this?"

He nods. Remus grumbles, giving in.

"Fine. Since you always refuse to eat anything unless it's mine…."

Sirius's eyes brighten and he outstretches his palm to receive his prize, planting a kiss on Remus's frowning face. It reluctantly transforms to a placid smile. And Sirius is glad when he nibbles the cookie, since it's only this cookie that can satisfy him, because it was Remus's, and he is his salvation. Moony is his cookie.