Remus lets out a sigh as his arm feels as if it's being pulled from its socket. Not that he was in the least bit surprised. Sirius around Christmas, at least after having left home, was like a five year old child. "You can't /miss/ Christmas Pads, it happens no matter where you are," he replied over the noise of the car, knowing his words wouldn't mean much heard or not.
Being the attempted good prefect that he was, Remus frowned at the bribery and pointed the pair towards a car that had been partially empty further up the trolly. Pushing aforementioned trunk into the compartment and heaving it onto the overhead rack, Remus didn't even need to turn about to speak. "Don't look so proud of yourself, you just evicted some poor eleven year olds. Some good example of a seventh year you are." But he was grinning slightly even as he spoke, as ever amused by Sirius.
He settled into the seat, up against the window for one last look at the station as the whistle blew. "Semester went by rather fast, eh?"
"But we wouldn't want to miss your mum's Christmas pudding!" Because really that was the most important part of Christmas. "Or opening presents. I've gotten you something brilliant this year."
He pays barely any mind to the first years and adds his trunk to the rack woth Remus', and only once Remus is sitting does he flop down on the same bench so his head rests in his friend's lap and he grins up at him. "I'm the best example of a seventh year because I gave them sweets. Most would just kick them out with nothing. I've got to make the most of this year since it's our last, right?" And as Remus said, it had already flown through the first term, and still Sirius hadn't succeeded in winning Remus over. No matter, he had two guaranteed weeks of just him and Remus, and he fully intended that come New Year he would be happily snogging the other boy senseless.
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Being the attempted good prefect that he was, Remus frowned at the bribery and pointed the pair towards a car that had been partially empty further up the trolly. Pushing aforementioned trunk into the compartment and heaving it onto the overhead rack, Remus didn't even need to turn about to speak. "Don't look so proud of yourself, you just evicted some poor eleven year olds. Some good example of a seventh year you are." But he was grinning slightly even as he spoke, as ever amused by Sirius.
He settled into the seat, up against the window for one last look at the station as the whistle blew. "Semester went by rather fast, eh?"
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He pays barely any mind to the first years and adds his trunk to the rack woth Remus', and only once Remus is sitting does he flop down on the same bench so his head rests in his friend's lap and he grins up at him. "I'm the best example of a seventh year because I gave them sweets. Most would just kick them out with nothing. I've got to make the most of this year since it's our last, right?" And as Remus said, it had already flown through the first term, and still Sirius hadn't succeeded in winning Remus over. No matter, he had two guaranteed weeks of just him and Remus, and he fully intended that come New Year he would be happily snogging the other boy senseless.
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