Hey, Remus.

...when you get a chance, is it okay if I talk to you?

Nothing urgent, I just -- there's some things I want to say.

Sirius felt a little bit guilty for this. What he was planning was, essentially, a surprise attack. And Remus was probably going to flail like crazy, but. They needed to talk. And Remus had been making it really really difficult to get the chance to talk to him alone ( Read more... )

Moony still isn't talking to me.

I don't get it, I really don't. He says it's something that would make me not want to be friends with him, but that he didn't hurt anybody or anything...not that I ever thought Remus would, but I can't think of anything else that he'd think would make me want to avoid him ( Read more... )

Remus was acting weird. He was sure of that much. He'd been avoiding Sirius as much as he possibly could ever since the full moon, and tried to keep away from talking to him or making eye contact as much as possible. Sirius had thought Remus was okay with how things had happened during the full moon -- he'd seemed okay with it, anyhow, after his ( Read more... )

Sirius was in the Gryffindor common room during one of his study breaks, sitting in one of the armchairs with his books out. He was supposed to be writing a History of Magic essay on the Goblin Wars of South-East Asia, but every time he tried to read another page's worth of information he felt his eyes drooping. Quidditch practice the previous ( Read more... )

Gahhhhhh I don't want to go back home for the summer ( Read more... )

They day after the virus, Sirius was in the Gryffindor dormitory, curtains to his bed drawn. Inside, he was supposedly working on an essay that was due for Prof. Flitwick about Summoning Magic, and he did indeed have his books open and a quill scrawling across parchment. However, his handwriting had devolved into illegible blots of ink and long ( Read more... )