“Hey, Sirius, what’ve you gotten for Moony’s birthday? I’m not sure if he’ll like mine, though he should-he loves books after all…” James rambled, completely unaware of Sirius stiffening up in horror.

“Remus’ birthday…?” Sirius repeated faintly. James glanced over at Sirius, giving him an odd look. “Yes, Padfoot, ( Read more... )

 
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