Remus looked over the top of his book – which he was holding upside-down – to Sirius, who entered. His best friend looked angry and sad at the same time, furiously throwing something against the wall before he fell face-down on his bed. He didn't look at Remus, even seemed to avoid Moony's glaze.
The one being avoided closed the book and laid it on his nightstand. Cocking his head, he summoned the thing Sirius had thrown away. A pen. A muggle pen. What was Sirius doing with something only muggles used?
"What happened?" he asked with the slightest tone of concern in his voice. He was actually hoping that it had all failed even though it was mean to hope that. Sirius, who had fallen onto his bed face-down, turned his head so he faced Remus, who curiously played with the pen. By the look in Sirius' eyes Remus could immediately tell what had happened. He had told her. The idiot had told her. He sighed.
"You can guess," he mumbled, sounding quite hoarse. Oh Lord, Remus immediately thought, thinking that Sirius might have yelled at the poor girl. Telling her wasn't enough apparently so he had to yell as well? Remus hoped that he was wrong and that Sirius just had a cough or the beginning of the flu.
"No, I can't." He received an angry look for that answer. "Sirius, expand." He knew Sirius was going to give a lousy answer that was far away from the truth but an answer was an answer. If he could just comfort him… in his... No, he told himself, you're not taking advantage of him.
"Well, you know how much I love her," he started, immediately receiving a sigh from the brunette. If you counted the moments Sirius had started to monologue about her you could fill a year with it. Sirius had stopped as Remus sighed and didn't continue till Remus gestured to do so.
"And I just thought after dinner: I'm telling her! I looked for her, asked her apart, and just told her." His voice fainted away. He swallowed a few times before his voice came back. "She just refused. Can you believe that? She refused me!" Remus could believe it actually. He wanted to believe it.
"I don't," he lied, "but what has this to do with it?" He waved with the pen.
"I don't know," he said, "she just gave it to me. I have no idea what to do with it? Should I write her a love letter? A Valentine's card although Valentine has passed? Is it her birthday? I mean, it's a thing to write with, eh? I've seen you using it."
"Yes, you can write with it. But Paddy, she has already rejected you." He took a moment to form his sentence, trying to sound not too rude. "It's no use to still write her. Focus on someone else."
"Thanks for the tip, Moony" It was obvious that Sirius wasn't going to focus on someone else, a thought that made Remus quite sad. "You can keep the pen."
"Ok," he muttered, laying the thing beside him. He watched Sirius change to his pyjamas, finding it a quite early hour for someone like Sirius to go to bed. An idea jumped to his mind. Sirius had told her – Remus couldn't remember her name anymore – and she had given him the pen. It was obviously her pen, so why didn't Sirius keep it close to his heart? And he could keep it.
He grabbed the thing off the nightstand and disappeared to the common room.
