"Would you like a tissue, love?"
Peter glared half-heartedly at James and Sirius, whom of which were hiding their smirks, and looked consolingly at Remus, who shrugged apologetically at him.
"No thank you, Professor." He replied exasperatedly.
Professor Sinistra nodded, and continued her way towards the Divination tower. Peter huffed.
"It'll come off next time you wash it," Remus offered. "The charm can't last more than twenty-four hours."
"But what if they rewrite it when I'm asleep?"
Remus sighed. He didn't know after how many times Sirius would tire of 'I heart Taylor Swift' on Peter's upper lip.
Very many.
