If one had told Remus that books held no answers do anything he would've said they were wrong. He would've proven them wrong anyway he could.
Currently he was flipping through a book, one that Lily had lent him. Her collection was fascinating, extraordinary to him. He made a mental note that he would have to get his own muggle books next time he visited her.
He flipped the page of this so called Sherlock Holmes. It was filled with mystery. "Fascinating." He murmured to himself.
Someone entered the room but he paid no mind until he saw Sirius's eyes peeking over the top of the book. Remus shook his head as the other boy took his book, closing it and placing it on the bedside table.
Sirius laid his head on Remus's chest and stared up at him. His grey eyes flickered with amusement and Remus found himself running a hand through the other hair as if under a spell. "Fascinating." He chuckled to himself.