"I'm hungry."

There was no answer.

"I'm hungry!"

"I don't speak English."

"Mooooony!"

Remus sighed, scratched the end of his nose and put down his quill. Clearly, he was not going to get any work done this evening. He looked up at his friend. "What, exactly, have I got to do with that?"

Sirius pouted. "Come to the kitchens with me?"

"Don't do that. It makes you look like a girl."

Sirius immediately stopped, looking horror-struck.

"And no, we can't go. Prongs has the Cloak."

Sirius groaned loudly. "But I'm huuuuungrrrry!"

Remus let his head fall onto the desk in exasperation. "Well, I don't know what you expect me to do about it!"

"Can I eat you?"

"No."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Maybe later. I'm busy."

"No, you're not."

Remus picked up his quill again. "Yes, I am." He looked down, only to find that his essay had disappeared. He looked up at Sirius. "Padfoot!"

Sirius grinned, holding the parchment up out of reach. "Essay for a kiss?"

Remus glared at him. "I hate you."

"No, you don't. You love me."

"True."