"-Hey Jude... don't make it bad... Take a sad sooong and make it better!"
"Padfoot," warned Remus over Sirius's voice.
"Remember-" continued Sirius, "To let her under your skin, then you'll begin to make it betttter..."
'Sirius!" scolded Remus, trying to complete a summer essay.
"...Better, BETTER, BETTER-"
Remus biffed a pillow at Sirius, knocking the record player over.
"What was that for?" demanded Sirius.
"Who sings that song?" asked Remus, quite unamused.
"Er- McCartney..." he answered. What was he playing at? It was his record.
"Yes, and let's keep it that way." Remus stated, with a mock serious look. It was hard to keep a straight face with Sirius looking scandalized and taken aback.