"James!" Sirius yelled as soon as he stepped into their headquarters. He couldn't quite get Remus out of his mind.

It had been a day since he had jumped out the window after nearly being caught in Remus's bedroom. Sirius really couldn't be blamed for hoe distracting the sleeping Remus had been. It was like the man had dug claws in his mind - obviously very attractive claws and Sirius didn't really mind them being there if they were his.

"Padfoot! You're back! Did you get the information we needed?" James' voice floated down from somewhere above him. They didn't really need to shout, but Sirius enjoyed doing so nevertheless. It was one of the things he had never been allowed to do while growing up, so he took great pleasure in it now.

"No, but-"

"Padfoot, this is serious! How else are we-" James sighed, coming into view as Sirius started snickering behind his hand. "That joke got old months ago. The fact that you failed your only mission is no laughing matter. Do you-"

"Jamesie! I need your help! It's urgent! My life may depend on it!"

James groaned, running a hand through his hair. "What do I need to do?"

"It depends on the plan we come up with. I need a reason to visit a particular house and will make it necessary to invite me into the house. It's a very important mission. More important than the last one, although very much involved in it."

"In other words, you got distracted half-way through your mission," James deadpanned.

"Not halfway, I mean, I got passed all the security and into the house…. Then was forced to jump out a window because I lost concentration," Sirius said sheepishly, "but this new mission will be highly beneficial to me and to the old mission."

"Why do I get the feeling that this would be far more beneficial to you?" James muttered under his breath. "Fine Padfoot, I'll help you, but just this once."

Sirius cheered.

"Whose house are you trying to get into?"

Sirius paused mid-cheer, going worryingly still. James's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Sirius."

"Jamesie."

"Who is it?"

"Uh, Remus?"

"Remus who?" James truly wanted to believe that 'Remus' was a common name and not who he thought it was.

"Lupin?" Sirius squeaked, moving behind the nearby couch for protection.

"WHAT? How could you Padfoot? That was a top secret mission and you were gawking at the guy's ass! You were supposed to be getting information on him!"

"It was a nice ass…"

"Sirius! What are we going to do?"

"We are going to get me into his house. You are still going to help me though, right?"

"What if he already has someone and you don't stand a chance?" James asked wearily. "That group are known to be particularly close, and often their members dated each other. Are you sure he even swings your way?"

Sirius's eyes narrowed. "Of course he does. If he doesn't yet, he will soon. If he has someone else, well, they won't be there for long. How could anyone resist my looks? Impossible surely. Anyway, I need a plan to get into his house, without breaking or sneaking in, probably with some sort of conversation," Sirius looked thoughtful. "Any ideas?"

James raised a brow. "I'm Prongs. I always have ideas. I just don't know how much of an idiot you want to look like. Besides, you were the one gathering information on him. You should know the easiest way to get into his house."

"Of course," Sirius nodded, "my plan is the fool-proof back-up plan that has no chances of failing, but we're going to try your plans first."

"You're going to have to be careful, Padfoot. One wrong move, especially if he realises who we are, and he may end up calling the Aurors. That would be terrible for our reputation. How about… you somehow managed to get your shoe on his roof? No, don't do that. It's a terrible idea. How about acting like you're his biggest fan and want an autograph? Or you're selling something that he absolutely cannot resist?"

"Me?"

"No Sirius, I was talking about me."

Sirius growled at James menacingly. "Remus mine!"

"I was joking."

Sirius grinned back at James, a slight weariness still in his eyes, "I have the perfect plan in mind. Can I use the secret stash?"

Written for Astronomy Assignment 7: Saturn – Auror (word); "Don't do that."