Sirius Orion Black thought second year was finally on the rise as winter began to blow onto the castle grounds.
He really hated all this 'getting proven wrong' thing. He started scowling and pouting all the time once more. Sirius had been (temporarily) replaced, again.
And, if there were anyone he absolutely detested more than Remus Lupin, it was Peter Pettigrew. Peter-bloody-Pettigrew. The silver-eyed boy huffed and crossed his arms—elegantly of course. Lupin was at least useful, he decided.
Lupin was nothing short of a genius, Sirius admitted begrudgingly. His school marks were always perfect, and he was socially smart too. That is, he understood ever unspoken cue and always played his own part swimmingly. Remus Lupin was officially 'alright' in Sirius's books—if he continued to let Sirius copy his work that is. He went to tell this to the brown-eyed boy, when he made a surprising discovery. Remus Lupin's eyes weren't that unremarkable brown Sirius first took them for; they were absolutely amber. The silver-eyed boy felt himself grow envious, but it wasn't the angry sort of envy he was accustomed to. Instead he kinda liked that Remus had them and he didn't.
Because Sirius was too busy focusing on that amber colour, he didn't notice the small panic Remus had fallen into. The smaller boy had no idea why Sirius was staring at him so intensely. The panic only increased when Sirius finally spoke—"Your eyes aren't brown."
"What colour are they?" Sirius didn't understand why Remus sounded frightened. "Oh, what did James do this time?"
"What are you on about; James didn't do anything." Remus wasn't consoled. "I only meant that aren't that boring brown. They're amberish actually." The amber-eyed boy blushed and stuttered a 'th-thanks'. Sirius pouted a bit, who thought paying a compliment could be so much work.

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Sirius threw himself—gingerly of course, he didn't want to maim his beautiful body—into the chair across from Remus. The ebony-haired youth had found himself in that chair more often than not lately, seeing as James still had been spending more time with Peter. Sighing rather obnoxiously, Sirius sunk low in the seat. "What's wrong, eh?" Sirius jerked his head in surprise; when it came to conversing with Remus, he always started the conversations. Remus rolled his eyes when Sirius continued to gape at him. "What are you sighing about?" At this Sirius scowled, and his sulk became more pronounced.
"I am not sulking." Remus couldn't hide his laugh. "I am not!" The amber-eyed boy gestured to Sirius's crossed arms. "Well…..well—" He couldn't just say his was jealous. "—James and I haven't pranked in weeks!" Remus smiled knowingly—he knew Sirius's real problem.
"Why don't you prank by yourself?" Sirius blushed—something no one outside his family had ever seen before.
"He's usually the idea-guy." Remus smirked and leaned across the table. Sirius had to fight the urge to lean away—he was still fighting this whole 'half-blood' thing.
"Well I have an idea." The pureblood's eyes widened; Remus took this as a cue to continue, "How do you feel about pranking James and Peter?" Sirius smirked.

Remus and Sirius walked down to the Great Hall together. Remus and Sirius sat down together. And Remus and Sirius waited for James and Peter together. Everyone noticed the odd pair, except for James and Peter. When the second pair sat down, the first exchanged glances. Remus sent Sirius a quick wink—which threw the raven-haired boy off, and almost caused him to blush again—before muttering an incantation. Sirius mimicked him.
"Bloody hell!" The remains of James and Peter's breakfast slowly slid off the boys' faces. Sirius and Remus roared with laughter. James glared at them as he cleaned off his glasses; poor Peter still gaped in confusion.
"You should've seen your faces." Remus and Sirius couldn't stop laughing. Peter, who finally understood what was going on, scowled—the effect was lost due to the eggs splattered across his face.
"How the hell did you even think of that, Sirius?" James's anger ebbed as the curiosity of his inner-prankster was roused. Sirius shook his head and pointed to Remus.
"It was all his idea." James looked at Remus in awe. "He's a genius." The amber-eyed boy blushed slightly and beamed.
"Bloody hell, Remus. Who knew you had it in you."