Making their way towards History of Magic, Sirius and Remus were stopped by a young child- evidently lost- seeking help from the only two people around. He finally managed to get a hold of Sirius's robes.
"Hello!" panted the boy, now thoroughly red in the face.
Sirius whipped around, his eyes falling on the pudgy young man. "Er- hi,"
"Can we help you?" smiled Remus.
"I've-only -been -running -around -all morning-" The boy responded desperately.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Remus asked sceptically.
"I don't know where to go...I'm lost!" he cried.
"Well calm down, now, we'll help you," began Sirius, "Er- what class are you supposed to be at?"
"P-potions," the boy exclaimed, trying to calm himself.
Sirius patted the boys shoulder. "What's your name?"
"F-Frank." He sniffled.
"Okay, Frankie, let's get a move on, yea? Potions is all the way down in the dungeons..." Taking Frank's hand, Sirius began to console the boy by cracking his usual jokes.
"You coming, Moony?" Sirius asked, turning around. Remus stood there- for a moment a promising future flashed before his eyes. Sirius, him, a child- heck, he would even take Frankie.
"Yes," he smiled, "Yes, of course."