...Why are you all looking at me like that? Have I been away or something? Oh crap, the TARDIS never lands in the right time, does she?

Anyway, I am so so sorry it's taken so long. Since the last time I've updated I have completed all my GCSEs, had the results back, started a brand new college and something else but I can't remember what it is. But anyway, all I mean is that yeah, I have no excuse. I only get productive when I'm busy (okay I can see the truth in the saying "if you want something done, get a busy person to do it") and yeah. BUT I AM TRYING TO COMBAT THIS. So hopefully I'll use November to try and increase the number of things I write, because I wrote this today, and although it's pretty crap I enjoyed writing it. So I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry but I'm going to try harder. You can remind me of this sentence this time next year when I haven't written anything.

I hope you're all well!



"Trick or treat!"

Sirius opened the door with a grin, messing up his hair a little and swishing the bin-bag cape he had created for himself, pointing his wand and pulling a face at the group of giggling children. He couldn't help but think that his own plan was flawless. Dressing up as a wizard was a moment of genius, he thought.

"Oh, trick," he said, grinning, and one of the little girls cackled, before stretching out a plastic goody bag towards him. "I put my hand in it, then?" he asked, and when she affirmed this with a nod, he smiled and plunged his hand in, pulling a face as his fingers touched the artificial cobweb and plastic spiders embedded in it, much to the children's glee. "Ah! I've had enough! Let me go!" he shrieked, and the little girl, once recovering from her laughter, released his grip and pulled the bag back towards her.

"Do we get a treat, mister?" asked a muffled voice, and Sirius turned to see a shape hidden under an inside out bed sheet, two large eyes cut out of the faded floral pattern. A pair of very round NHS spectacles were visible beneath the sheet, and Sirius grinned as he thought of his best friend. Gosh, James was probably feeling as wound up as he was at the moment, cooped up in the house. Maybe he should go and visit.

"Well, with a costume like that, I'm sure you can have one," Sirius replied, grabbing the bowl full of sweets from the window sill by the door and holding it out for them. Once they had helped themselves to a rather generous amount of Sirius's sweets, they smiled cheerfully, chanted 'thank you' in unison, and ran back towards the large, unfriendly staircase to pester the other people in the neighbouring flats as Sirius grinned and stepped back inside, coming face to face with Remus, who looked him up and down.

"Wow, you look just like a wizard," he commented with forced civility, and Sirius reciprocated this with a plainly strained smile. "Is that my hat?"

"I thought you wouldn't mind me borrowing it," Sirius replied, shrugging. "You always moan that it makes you look like a gothic traffic cone."

"Yeah, well," Remus said, grinning sheepishly. "It suits you better anyway."

"Not to be blunt, but is there a point to this conversation?"

Remus raised his eyebrows but pressed his lips into a firm line, shaking his head a little. The doorbell rang again, and Sirius spun around to answer when Remus's hand shot out and caught his shoulder. "Wait a second," he said, and Sirius scraped his teeth along his bottom lip impatiently. "Do you really think it's a good idea?"

"What, giving sweeties to kids? Oh my God, are you calling me a paedophile?"

"I mean, you're supposed to be hiding out," Remus continued, ignoring his former friend's last statement. "There could be people looking for you. Come on Sirius, this isn't the brightest idea you've ever had. This would be the perfect opportunity for someone to knock on the door without you getting suspicious."

"And I'm sure you'd know all about that," Sirius replied coldly, but regretted it almost instantly as a dark look crossed Remus's face. He shrugged and stuck his hands into his pockets. "It wouldn't matter, anyway. I'm one step ahead of the bastards."

"And I'm guessing we still don't trust each other and you're not going to enlighten me."

There was something about the way that he delivered his sentence that felt like a stab to the guts to Sirius. He stood for a moment, looking at Remus dead in the eye, before a twisted smile spread across his face. "You really make it hard for me to hate you, you know."

"I'm just so damn likable," Remus replied with a shrug, and Sirius snorted. "Everyone wants a piece of me. Greyback actually took a chunk. Probably why I'm spying for him now, and all."

"Stop it."

"Sorry." Remus sighed. "I don't understand why you're being like this-"

"Because I can't fucking trust anyone, can I?" Sirius snapped. "I'm a Black. We know Death Eaters, and if there's one thing those sodding bastards ever taught me, it's Law Number One of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black: don't trust anyone. Now, if you don't mind, I have a suspicious door knocking to answer."

He almost regretted that incident twenty minutes later, when he had removed the bin-bag cape and placed the hat back in Remus's bedroom neatly, grabbing a scarf and a hat to keep himself warm. He couldn't spend any more time in the house, and there was this niggling feeling of doubt that had taken hold of his stomach. He had to go check on Peter.

"Where're you going?" Remus's voice came from the living room as he heard the door click open.

"Out," Sirius replied crossly, and he heard the weary sigh, imagining exactly the face that Remus would be pulling. That was what their friendship consisted of nowadays – angry outbursts and one hell of a lot of sighing. They hadn't laughed in months. Again, his stomach wrenched, and he turned to see Remus leaning against the doorframe. "There's um," Sirius began, clearing his throat. "There are sweets on the window sill. Don't eat them, they're for the kids." He turned back to the door, pulling it open further, trying to shake the foreboding in his stomach. Everything was going to be fine, wasn't it? Peter would be there. They'd have a few beers. Hell, maybe they'd even go out. Anything at all would be good right now, so long as Peter was there and Sirius wasn't stuck in this stupid flat.

"Sirius," Remus called, and Sirius bit his lip, closing his eyes. "Just... be careful, okay?"

He took in a deep breath and turned, as bright a smile as he could muster on his face. "I'm always careful," he replied, and the ghost of a smile graced Remus's face. "Don't eat the sweets, Lupin, or I'll kill you." Remus raised his hands and pulled a face of innocence, and Sirius allowed himself a small laugh. "Alright then, I'll see you later. Don't wait up, honey," he added in a deep generic American accent jokingly.

"See you tomorrow then."