It was a late Wednesday evening, and the cool highland breeze tickled the bare arms of the Gryffindor Quidditch team as their practise drew to a close.

The only spectator, Remus Lupin, hadn't been particularly excited at being called upon to watch the practise and had instead resolved to hide behind one of his favourite books; Frankenstein.

"There is something at work within my soul," he read aloud to himself, "Which I do not understand."

Quite true, he mused as he continued to read.

All too soon, Remus wasn't alone.

"Oi," Sirius bounced onto the bench beside him; the aging timber groaning in protest beneath his lunge.

Closing the book in resignation, Remus raised his gaze.

"Did you see that? I only went and scored a goal!" Sirius said, evidently pleased with himself.

Remus frowned, clearly confused, "Scored? I thought you were supposed to be the referee."

"I was, that's what makes it so incredible!" Sirius continued, visibly beaming.

Quite certain the goal wouldn't have qualified at any other time, Remus forced a smile, "Good on you, then. Woo."

Sirius' persona immediately changed, "What's got your tail in a twist?"

"Nothing."

"Remus…"

"Nothing."

"Remus!"

"The bloody moon's full tomorrow and I'm absolutely fucking ecstatic. Happy?"

The duo were silent for a brief moment; Remus already regretting his outburst, and Sirius wondering what there was to be done in order to help.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot," Sirius admitted, "You didn't have to come out here if you'd have been better in bed."

Remus shook his head, sneering despite himself, "No, I wanted to be here to watch. Besides, I like being able to take my mind off…well, being an animal."

Sirius hissed, jumping onto his feet, "What's that scrawny git been saying?"

"Who? Oh. Nothing, really. I'm just feeling a bit down. Forget it. I'm going back inside, are you coming?" Remus rose, his shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Oi"

Remus ignored him, instead resolving to ensure his book mark was the correct way around.

"Remus, look at me."

Obediently, Remus lifted his head. Sirius' eyes bored into those of his smaller friend.

Gently, and so briefly that Remus would later wonder whether it had happened at all, Sirius' fingers brushed Remus' cheek.

Remus quirked a brow, his skin flushing a tad.

Sirius cleared his throat, "Remus John Lupin," he began, punctuating his words with a brief blink, "You are the most human guy I know."

There was nothing but the whistle of the wind for a few seconds before Sirius picked up his bag, slung it over his shoulder and smiled, "Come on. Let's go and break into Peter's chocolate box."