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70. 67: Obsessing
Remus found it quite distracting that they were all crowding him, and had told them so several times.
"But, Moony, how else will we ever be able to learn?" James and Sirius were leaning on each other, they'd been laughing so hard.
"Hush, you two, and let me eat my sandwich. You don't understand." Poor long-suffering Remus – at least Peter was content to nod his head politely.
"Seriously, Moony," Sirius continued, "you have about as much meat sitting there as most people would eat on a sandwich."
Remus shrugged. "Sandwiches taste best with just the right ratio of cheese to meat."