These are scenarios in which (mostly) Remus and Sirius are passing notes. They will jump around in time; we hope that doesn't become troublesome… Sirius is Woodshrew, and Remus is our entwined souls, and everything you see has been written by us during school.
Rummaging around the room is Sirius looking for his tie. It is the long-awaited end-of-school dance for the seventh years and everyone is required to dress up properly. "Damned tie," he thinks to himself as he digs around in Remus' trunk. "Moony will have a spare I suppose," was his reasoning.
Remus entered the room, expecting to find Sirius still searching or trying to tie the dratted thing, but instead he found him sitting on a bed holding a small open box full of small scraps of parchment. Remus' insides ran cold for a moment when he realised what the little box contained – All the notes he and Sirius had ever passed.
"You never told me you kept these stupid things, Rem." Sirius murmured when he looked up at the frozen werewolf.
"I- er…"
"Why did you?"
"Well…" Remus was beginning to go red. "Because you were my first friend I wanted proof for myself." He blurted out, and blushed madly as Sirius grinned and look down at the little bundle of notes in his hands.
"You organised them into conversations…" he stated amusedly. Remus' face darkened further.
"Well I didn't want them not to make sense to me in a few years…" the werewolf admitted, but the Black heir wasn't listening; he was reading one of the stacks.
"I remember this…"