Kay, lets review: I'm bored, I'm alone at home, I'm procrastinating to my stories to the point of tears, the crack-bears are attacking, and I'm watching Bones reruns. Time for what I always do: Make a One-shot!

Disclaimer: nope. Still don't own 'em.

Remus Lupin was pleased. He had just returned from the Prefects Lounge- I mean Headquarters, and had acquired a Vanilla Latte with Extra Foam- I mean Energy-Refurbishing Beverage. This all added to a very pleased werewolf.

Until Sirius found it in his power to speak to him.

"What is that?" he asked, pointing to the cup in Remus's hand,

"An Engery-Refurbishing Beverage." Lupin said a little defensively. What had the world come to if a man (or werewolf) can't enjoy a caffine hit without having his motives questioned.

But Sirius ignored his more logical friend.

"Is that a Vanilla Latte with Extra Foam?" he asked his a world-shattering voice,

"Maybe…" Lupin was wary. Sirius was uperdictable with beverages.

"But… but… BUT THAT'S NOT RIGHT!" Sirius paniced,

"what?" Lupin suddenly found the latte slapped from his hand, said latte falling in a dramatic symbolic fashion to the floor.

"BUT YOU ALWAYS HAVE CHOCOLATE! EVERYTHING LUPIN-RELATED MUST THEREFORE BE CHOCOLATE RELATED!" Sirius was on the verge of hysterics,

"Well… I mean, I just prefer vanilla with my lattes. Though, really I like cinnamon above everything else…"

there was a breath-taking silence.

"WHAT BIZZARRE, MIND-NUMBING POWERS HAVE LED ME TO THIS DIMENSION? WHERE IS THE REAL MOONY? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! THE VERY BALANCE THAT HOLDS THE UNIVERSE IS INRAVALING BEFORE MY VERY EYES!"

"Padfoot.. calm down… it's a latte."

"ITS MORE! ITS SO MUCH MORE! CAN'T YOU COMPREHEND THE HORROR YOU HAVE DONE! EVERYTHING IS WRONG! EVERYTHING I KNOW IS A LIE!"

Which the led Sirius to rush up the stairs to the dormitory to fling himself out the window, at which he would ultimately fail, because having attempted to do it five times before he would promptly be zapped to the Headmaster's office to receive detention.

James entered the location of his plot that has not yet been established. He glanced down at the fallen latte. Remus kneeled down to the spilled beverage- now a brown stain, and sighed.

"Farewell, sweet latte. We could have done great things, you and I, great things."

"Uh, Moony… do I want to know?"

"They were out of chocolate. Vanilla was all they had left." Remus said stoically. Ignoring the teenager upstairs shrieking at the top of his lungs that everything he knew was a lie.