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Ill-ovoo
I was in the midst of editing a serious, academic thingy when the idea for a Sirius/Remus Scrabble Drabble sprung upon me. Looking back at that sentence, it is clear that too much editing addles the brain. In any case, here's the result. It's not BETA-d, so I apologise for any glaring mistakes.

Title: Ill-ovoo
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Words: 200
Summary: Sometimes you don't have to get the spelling right
Warnings: Fluffy enough that it might set off your allergies
Disclaimer: These boys belong to Jo.

Scrabble was Remus’ favourite game.

This was partly because Remus liked words, but mostly because Scrabble was one of few games without any explosions, nasty squirting goo, or some other form of noise, mess or violence. Remus didn’t object to noise, mess or violence per se – he was a Marauder after all – but he preferred them to take more imaginative forms.

Also, you couldn’t play those sorts of games in the hospital wing, which was where Remus and Sirius were currently sitting. The board, so far, consisted largely of four letter words. Sirius didn’t seem to be trying very hard.

“Get on with it Padfoot,” Remus said, watching Sirius frown at his collection of letters.

“These are lousy letters,” Sirius mumbled.

“Chuck ‘em back, then.”

After a pause, Sirius intersected the tiles LOVU with the I of an existing word.

“Ill-ovoo?” Remus said, reaching for the dictionary. “Surely that isn’t-”

Remus stopped and re-read the letters. He glanced up at Sirius, who was staring fixedly at the table.

“You’ve spelled it wrong,” Remus said. He added the E, O and Y tiles, then reached out to brush Sirius’ fingers.

Sirius looked up. His smile was like the sun coming out.