Remus Lupin was a hard worker. This often meant staying up particularly late to do work, even when it wasn't particularly necessary. As a freelance journalist, it was never, ever necessary for Remus to stay up late, but he did anyway, which definitely annoyed a majority of his friends and family. Many of them, however, respected that that was how Remus worked, and that was how he always would, and so never mentioned it too often. In fact, it was rare that someonebehaved rudely towards the man's wishes.
But, what you must of course remember is that rare doesn't mean it hasn't ever happened.
The man sat in his study, a mug of hot-chocolate on his desk alongside his notes and paperwork. His amber eyes glanced sideways at the clock. 2 am. Shit. Sighing, Remus took another sip of his drink. He would, of course, have finished his work much sooner, had it not been for the fact that his favourite neighbour had started his own personal karaoke session around 3 hours ago. Whether he was drunk or not, Remus couldn't tell, but it sure sounded like he was.
Groaning, Remus stood up. I've bloody had it up to here with that idiot. He needs to learn when to shut up!
Remus lived in a small block of flats in the outskirts of a bustling town. It had been lovely, being alone in the block, before his new neighbours had arrived. He remembered being in shock for about two weeks over how two men could look so mature for their age, and then be able to talk and have their mental age slashed to about 10 years old. He never doubted their intelligence, merely their… maturity.
Making his way upstairs, Remus finally arrived at the front door, wincing at the loud music blasting through it. Is that… Britney Spears…? Needing to get this over and done with, Remus banged at the door, quickly welcomed by the smiling face of one of his neighbours.
"Hey there! You come to join the one-man show?" Raising an eyebrow, Remus took in the taller man's appearance. Glistening white teeth, energetic grey eyes and chin length black hair. He didn't look drunk, nor did he sound it.
"Uh… no."
The neighbour looked down at Remus for a moment. "It's Lupin, right? Remus Lupin. I read your articles. They're good!"
The shorter man frowned in confusion for a moment.
"I, uh, yeah. Yes, that's me. And you are?" The neighbour grabbed his hand to shake before he had a chance to register the sensation.
"Sirius. It's a pleasure. Now, do you fancy a cuppa? I just put the kettle on." Slightly shocked by the forwardness or Sirius, Remus found himself agreeing. Stepping inside the somewhat messy apartment, he suddenly smiled in recognition. "Hey! I love this song!"
It took a few rounds of Disney soundtracks and early-00's albums before Remus suddenly remembered, at 4 am no less, why he was there in the first place.