When Remus got in, he did these things in precisely this order.
Shower
Clean Lily's clothes before she saw them
Homework
Eat Bertie Bots Every Flavour Beans (he gave them to Sirius after the third mud flavoured one)
More homework
Eat the apple pie that James brought him from the kitchens (he didn't much feel like eating dinner in the hall)
Get into bed.
It was this last bit that he was looking forward to the most. Even though it was only eight thirty, Remus couldn't wait to fall asleep. Tomorrow was Sunday. Tomorrow he would be male. Tomorrow he wouldn't wear girl's clothes and tomorrow he wouldn't get pushed in the lake by fan girls.
Too bad that, it was now eleven fifteen and even Sirius was stripping for bed. At least Remus assumed it was Sirius, he was, generally speaking, the last one to bed. Remus lay stupefied-esk still, listening to the rustle of the other boy undressing. In the background he could hear two the soft snores of what was definitely Peter and…yes, the occasional grunting of James. It was Sirius.
The breeze from the open window flittered through the dormitory causing the drawn drapes around Remus' bed to move slightly, letting in a little candle light from the room beyond. It wasn't much, but to a boy…girl? who couldn't get to sleep anyway, it was enough to glare at.
Remus glared at it irritatedly.
Damn drapes.
He sat up to pull them tight over one another again.
That was the original intention, but the gap was a suitable size and Remus suddenly found himself staring at Sirius' naked torso.
Hmmm.
Sirius wasn't facing him. He was sitting on his bed in a pair of old flannel trousers- just in a pair of old flannel trousers- staring off into space. He didn't see Remus.
Remus studied the older boy. He studied the way the candle light bounced off of his sharp, handsome features, the shadows that it cast around his eyes, the farther side of his face. Remus watched as Sirius ran his large hands through his raven hair. He looked stressed, upset.
What was wrong?
Suddenly Sirius looked up, as if he sensed that someone was watching him. Remus gave a small gasp and ducked to the side out of view, trying to calm his heavy breathing. He was terrified the Marauder had seen him. Why, Remus couldn't fathom.
Once again Remus lay stock still listening to the sounds in the room beyond. Everything was quiet, besides James and Peter's snoring. Too quiet. Remus could feel Sirius' stillness, his shallow breathing as though he were next to him.
Then Sirius got into bed and blew out the candle, leaving Remus with no choice but to fall asleep, having forgotten almost completely of the events predicted for the following morning.
Just a short one. Honestly, not nearly as filler-ish as it sounds 3
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