~Sirius is lying on his stomach on a sofa in the common room. His two-way Spoon is sitting on a cushion in front of him. He's waiting for Regulus to call him. After an hour of waiting he loses hope and stares glumly into the fireplace.~

Moony. Moony, put that book down. Moony. Moony? MOONY. Moony, stop studying. Moony. Moonster. Moonshine. Mad Eye Moony. Moonflower. Moony McMoonerson.

Remus?

Don't make me use the nickname.

Fine.

Remy.

...right, I just threw up in my mouth a little. PAY ATTENTION TO ME.

*corners Remus in the prefects' bathroom*

I can't help but feel you've been avoiding me, Moony.

Ahem.

Prongs.

Where is that eyeliner you promised me?

~It's late and everyone's getting changed for bed. Leant against a bed post, Sirius watches Remus undress. Finally, Sirius confronts Remus, while both of them are probably too tired to pick a fight.~

You told him.

~Sirius is sitting in the grounds in animagus form with his head resting on his paws. He howls in a lonely manner up to the sky, wondering if Remus can hear him.~

*in the dead of night*

James?

...

Jamesie, you awake?

...

I didn't accidentally put you in a coma again, did I?

~Sirius is in the Astronomy Tower looking through a telescope, trying to find the star named after him (yes, he insists it was named after him, not the other way round), and failing.~

~Sirius is sitting by the lake looking out to the horizon. He swings The Spoon between his forefinger and thumb like a pendulum.~

Merde.

PETER (Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers), WHY ARE THERE RAT DROPPINGS ON MY BED?

YOU BETTER PRAY I DON'T RETALIATE IN A SIMILAR MANNER.