Remus sat bent down over his desk, quill in his hand. His head was aching slightly, as if thunder was on the rise. On his desk laid a letter from Sirius and a postcard from James. Apparently James had found the concept of sending a holiday postcard funny "you can barely write anything about the place you're visiting in this small box and picture doesn't even move" although he seemed to have missed out on the detail that you send them whilst on your holiday destination and not from your home town before you're leaving, Remus thought to himself watching the image of the small English town. He smiled to himself wondering if his owl would have delivered his reply before they left. He doubted that she'd be able to fly all the way to Brazil with his response. He wondered secretly to himself if this sudden trip was an excuse the Potters had made to get out of the county. Things outside were growing more and more dangerous by every day that had passed. Sirius had also sent him a letter recently that he'd placed neatly on the desk in front of him. This letter had especially reminded him of this.

Dear Remus

I'm a little offended that I haven't heard from you yet. How's the first two weeks of summer been? Personally I'm getting bored, although I'm keeping occupied by permanently sticking up muggle images of motorcycles and cute muggle girls on my walls. I think I've found the perfect hex for it, (it was in one of the advanced spell making books Peter got me for Christmas) something my dear family won't be able to fight once it's completed. That is if they ever notice. Even our houseelf is refusing to come see me in my room, on my mother's orders of course. Apparently she didn't appreciate me setting off a dungbomb under the kitchen table last week when we had two of Voldemort's followers over for dinner. Yes you read that right. Two of them. I was thrown out of the room before I could hear anything useful though. Although they, unlike my mother, actually did appreciate this "demonstration of recklessness as it might impress the dark lord". How I'll survive this summer I'll never know. Thankfully pretty muggle girl Megan is now permanently fixated on my bedroom wall to keep me company. And her muggle leatherjacketwearing boyfriend isn't too bad either…

As you might have heard James, he and his family are headed to Brazil for the summer. Apparently it's some sort of last minute trip. It's a shame, because I was hoping I could visit him. Considering his blood status my parents would probably allow it. I don't know how long owlpost will take from there, but I presume we won't be hearing a lot from him this summer. He wrote to me last week just before they took off, I suppose you got a letter from him too? Peter's off camping in Norway with his family as perusal. I got a letter from him yesterday saying that they'd spotted a dragon, though I reckon that's bollocks snice I doubt his mother would be dumb enough to let him go near one. Suppose it's just you and me back home this summer. Try to write, will you? Before I do something unbelievably stupid. After all you're about 80% of my self-control.

Your friend Sirius

Remus had, rather guiltily replied to this as soon as he had received it. These two weeks had gone by so fast and he'd been all caught up in his own problems as per usual to think about anyone else's.

Dear Sirius

I truly am sorry for not writing to any of you yet. I promise I will more frequently for the rest of the summer. My family and I have been moving places again, due to some infestation at my monthly hangout place that made it easy to break in and out of. My mother isn't very happy about moving again. She doesn't say anything about it of course, but I know she adored the garden at our previous place. Sometimes I wished Hogwarts was opened during the summers too. I hate being such a burden for them. It's extra hard for my mom. Being a muggle she can't travel via the normal wizarding ways, so whenever we move she completely needs to start over from scratch, finding a new job and making friends and so on. Anyway, it's been a lot to deal with. Not however, compared to how your summer is going. I can't believe that happened. If it was me I would have been terrified. Speaking as 80% of your self-control I do urge you to not do something that could get you into trouble. I wouldn't be able to bare it if something happened to you, after all you're 80% of my having fun and acting recklessly. Surely, I'd be a bore if you weren't around and that would be a shame for the rest of the gang. Maybe you could come stay with us for a bit this summer? I'm sure I could convince my father to write to your parents posing as Mr Potter, if you'd want to? We live near the country side now and there is a lot of area nearby to explore, in a self-controlled sort of way of course. I know I'm not James, but I'm sure we could have fun, maybe play quidditch or something of that sort. I'd love to see you. All ask my parents if they can figure something out.

Love Remus

He finished the letter rather abruptly and ran downstairs to fetch their family owl and have a word with his parents about inviting Sirius over. If they said no, he thought to himself, they'd have to solve it some other way. His friend was after all, particularly good at finding that kind of solutions… His parents however seemed warm to the idea of having one of his friends over to stay.
"That is of course, if his parents doesn't mind. We do get to see so very little of you now since you've started going to that school." his mother smiled weakly at him.
"Sirius parents have a very…independent view on raising children." Remus replied vaguely.
"As long as his family values doesn't become an issue of course." his father said matter of factly. Remus father Lyall was a practical but stern man.
"Sirius isn't like that. His family´s fanaticism is the very reason of why he wants to get out of the house." They continued their discussion throughout breakfast and once that had finished Remus quickly ran upstairs to finish off his letter.

P.S
I spoke to my parents and you are very welcome to come stay if you want, although it will have to be after the next full moon. We apparently need to unpack and get things in order before I'm allowed to have guests over. (I told them you don't care, but the whole legendary regal house of Black thing seems to be giving dad some sort of anxiety… Try to act unsurprised if we don't serve you drinks out of golden goblets whilst you're here will you?) Let me know if there is anything I can do if your parents need convincing. And in the mean while, stick to redecorating!

Love Remus

It was only when he had sent the letter that he realized that he'd written "love" twice.