"I hate you." They are not said or whispered or murmured or cried. They are not screamed or shouted or pronounced. They are sighed, as though the speaker of those three, loathe-filled words is reminding himself of his hatred. Remus snaps his head up. He freezes, listening carefully. Nothing else is said, and Remus wonders if he has misheard. But his hearing is excellent. Peter is staring intently at a conspiring James and Sirius with fervent eyes and Remus ponders for a millisecond. Remus decides he doesn't want to know. He determinedly concentrates on elsewhere, ignoring his instincts.