The Best of the Maraurders.: Wake up.
Sirius awoke to find himself in a bed, a hospital bed none the less. He turned his head and looked around, mildly wondering what was going on. As he stretched he felt an uncomfortable strectch in his shirt, glancing down he realized something was wrong.
“FOR THE FUCKS OF MERLIN WHAT IS GOING ON!”…
Remus had dropped Sirius off at the hospital wing, and then to the library. (A rather flustered Madame Pompfrey had pushed him out.)
He went straight to researching the potion Padfoot had drunk. A few rather interesting pages in to ‘101 Obscure Potions for the Advanced Brewer’, he heard a angry yell that could only belong to Sirius.
Worried, he ran all the way to the Hospital Wing, dashed to his friend’s side. Only it wasn’t Sirius, (he thought).
“So sorry Miss, didn’t mean to disturb you, I’m just looking for my friend, Siri-“
“MOONY IT’S ME, WHAT IS GOING ON!!!” Sirius yells once he sees his best friend.
“I’M A GIRL, LIKE GIRL-GIRL!” He continues to cry before stopping and taking a few deep breaths. “And to make it worse, like, my hair looks so terrible and these clothes are just not working…” His mouth continues for him and he finds himself toiling with his (now) long(er) curls.
“Do you think my potion did this? I could have sworn it was Felix flexius…” He mussed while looking at his nails. “Also I’m pretty sure I’m gay. just so you know.”