Remus sat with his back against the headboard of his bed. His nose was in
a book, but then his nose was always in a book.
Sirius grimaced. That boy was always doing homework. He was much, much too studious, and it irked Sirius to no end, as he believed that Remus should be doing other, more important things. Like paying attention to Sirius, which he wasn't. Remus had become a master at tuning Sirius out. It didn't matter what Sirius did. He could tromp through the room like an elephant. He could kiss Remus on THAT spot on his neck. It didn't matter. Remus continued to keep his nose in the book. Sirius was so engrossed in trying to get Remus' attention that he never saw the small knowing smile that inched onto Remus' face.
Sirius grimaced. That boy was always doing homework. He was much, much too studious, and it irked Sirius to no end, as he believed that Remus should be doing other, more important things. Like paying attention to Sirius, which he wasn't. Remus had become a master at tuning Sirius out. It didn't matter what Sirius did. He could tromp through the room like an elephant. He could kiss Remus on THAT spot on his neck. It didn't matter. Remus continued to keep his nose in the book. Sirius was so engrossed in trying to get Remus' attention that he never saw the small knowing smile that inched onto Remus' face.