Flowers. Dozens and dozens of flowers surround the gazebo in a nearby park. Assortments of red roses, yellow tulips, purple irises, pink carnations - any and every type imaginable covered the gazebo until there was nothing but color and floral fragrance.

Remus straightens his bowtie in the reflection of the pond and stands to his fullest. He smoothens the front of his shirt and strides up to the gazebo. James and Peter should be here at any moment. He pats the box in his pocket for good luck as he waits. 

At a quarter to three, voices sound and Sirius is shoved onto the walkway. His hair is mused as he itches his neck underneath the blue turtleneck. James and Peter must've shoved the sweater over his head. 

Sirius strides toward Remus, his frustration at James and Peter's ambush slowly subsiding. He takes in the view in awe, then settles his sights on Remus. "This is beautiful," he whispers, stepping into the gazebo.

Remus gulps nervously, taking Sirius' hands into his own. "Frank and Alice helped put it together," he tells Sirius. 

"What's the occasion?" 

Remus locks eyes with Sirius, happiness swelling inside. "Today," he begins. A slight buzzing noise sounds in his ear. "Is -" Another buzz. Remus swats at his ear and shakes his head to reorganize his thoughts. "Sirius, will -" The buzzing noise comes to a halt when a large bee lands on Sirius' shoulder. Remus can't help but gawk, causing Sirius to take a slight step back. "Don't move."

"What, what is it?" Sirius asks, concern rising in his voice. 

"Just don't move." Remus reaches for a large carnation beside him, lifting it up menacingly. 

Sirius follows his line of sight down to his shoulder and screams, jumping up into the air frantically. Remus swats at it with the flower, sending petals flying haphazardly. They dance around each other, bumping into the walls and shouting random things. 

"Stop moving!" Remus scolds. 

"Says the one without the bee on his shoulder!" Sirius retorts. 

With a final hit, the bee takes off from Sirius' shirt and lands on the nearest rose unbothered. Remus holds a bare stem in his hand and observes the once beautiful gazebo which is now a pile of smushed petals and greenery. He lowers his head tiredly and turns to Sirius. 

"Well, now that that's out of the way," Sirius says, brushing off his shoulder casually. "You were saying?"

Remus picks up a tulip from the floor and offers it to Sirius. "Erm...happy national oatmeal muffin day." He musters up a lopsided smile, blinking twice when the flower in his hand folds over and hangs toward the ground.