Sirius heard a knock on the door.
knock knock knock
Knock Knock Knock
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
He knew exactly who it was, and had absolutely no intention of answering it.
"C'mon, Padfoot. We need to talk."
Sirius remained silent. Hoping that the sustained quiet would make Remus turn away and leave.
For a few seconds, he thought he had succeeded.
He didn't, for just a few seconds after that, he heard the lock turn and saw a strawberry blonde haired boy walk in.
"Sorry about that, desperate times call for desperate measures." Remus said casually. He didn't feel bad about what had happened. It wasn't his fault Sirius was utterly ridiculous and impossible sometimes.
Sirius just scowled at his words, glaring at Remus.
If looks could kill, Remus thought.
"We're friends, so what?" Remus said after a minute of silence.
Sirius clenched his jaw and turned away.
"You see, this is why I didn't tell you. I knew you would react like this." Remus said, darting around Sirius so he could look the taller boy in his face.
Sirius looked Remus in the eyes again, before adverting is gaze, once again.
After another excruciating long minute of silence, Sirius finally spoke.
"He's a stupid, greasy, git, and you know it."
Remus gave Sirius an exasperated look.
"To you he is. That's because you treat Severus," Sirius flinched at the sound of the first name,"like dirt. If you get to know him, he is actually a joy to talk to." Remus proclaimed with his chin up.
"Ha! Snivellus has as much personality as a wet mop." Sirius retorted.
"Why are you being such a jerk about this? I can be friends with whoever I want to be. You can't control my life." Remus was now shouting, standing very close to Sirius. His hands were moving up and down in front of him, as if pleading that Sirius understand his point.
"I'm just looking out for you! That boy is practically a Death Eater! Everyone knows that he dabbles in the Dark Arts" Remus scoffed at this but didn't deny it.
Remus was now pinching the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths, convinced that the more oxygen that got to his brain, the more his anger would dissipate.
"I'm not going to fight with you about this." the werewolf finally said. "If you want to sulk or be angry or whatever, do it. I'm leaving." And with that, he did.