COUSiNS

"Maybe you forgot but we met once. Before you arrived here."Sirius grinned, then poured firewhiskey into both glasses. Percy didn't argue with drunk, slowly drunk his glass of wine, doesn't remembering it is the twelth or twentieth glass in his 17th birthday party."That time you were so small like a candy, but you would cry as loud as a Banshee every time I dared to hold you in my hands."Sirius said and hiccuped at the same time, after that fading away into dreams. Hot firewhiskey finally knocked out the older one, lull him to sleep. Pouring another glass for himself, Percy murmured:"Infant's memory aren't that good, Mr. Dumb Dog."