"Prongs, do you know what I hate more than anything?" Sirius had is wand in his hand and was lighting little bits of paper on fire.
"Snape?" James looked up from the book he was reading.
"No," Sirius put his wand down and got up. "Girls, I hate girls."
James laughed and put down his book. "No you don't. I don't think there is anything you un-hate more."
The door opened and Remus was standing in the doorway. "Un-hate, James? That's not even a word."
"Whatever," James waved away this unimportant detail. "You know what I mean."
"Alright," Remus looked over to Sirius. "What do you 'un-hate' the most, Padfoot?"
"He says he hates girls." James said. Remus laughed and Sirius scowled.
"Why is that so hard for you two, to believe?" Sirius asked looking out the window.
"You love girls," James said.
"Yes," Sirius sighed. "I do."
"What?" James raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Yes," Remus brightened up. "It makes complete sense."
"It does?" Sirius cleared his throat. "I mean, of course it does!"
"Yes. It's the whole thin line between love and hate," Remus smiled. "It's actually quiet brilliant. What Padfoot here hates the most he also loves the most. It's profound if you think about it."
Sirius was beaming, "did you hear that ol' Prongsie? I'm profound!"
James rolled his eyes, "you're about as profound as dryer lint."
"It's the same with you James," Remus said. Sirius sank into his chair by the window and James brightened up.
"Actually," Remus sat down on James' bed and looked at the book that James had been reading. "You have different problem. You want what you can't have."
"That's not true," James said stubbornly. "I have everything I want!"
"That's not true," Sirius rejoined the conversation. "What about a certain redhead? She's got green eyes, a hot little body and hates your guts. Sound familiar?"
James frowned, "vaguely. It really sucks you know?"
"I know how you feel," Sirius muttered. Remus and James turned to him; he looked at them and wished he hadn't said that.
"Who is it that you can't have, Sirius?" James asked running his hand through his hair, one of this trademarks. "Last time I checked girls were throwing themselves at your feet."
"It's no one really."
"I don't believe you;" Remus was racking his brain trying to think of any girl that Sirius couldn't get.
"Who is it?" James asked forcefully.
"It's not important. I'm going to take a shower," Sirius got up and went into the bathroom.
"I'm going to find out who it is," James yelled after him. James looked at Remus to see if he had any idea who Sirius couldn't have but he just shrugged.