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Remus rolled over, tucking his arm underneath his head and pillow. His eyes opened to flick towards the clock.
"Sirius." Remus hissed. Sirius looked over from his seat, wedged into the window sill with his leg hanging out. " You alright?"
Sirius dragged deeply from his cigarette, holding his breath back. He let the smoke flow out the window in one smooth breath that became a weak sigh. He kneaded against his forehead.
"Piss off Remus." Remus listened to Sirius's soft, rough unused voice. He watched Sirius pick another cigarette off the stone and smudge it against the glowing end. He tossed the old butt out the window.
"You going to sleep, or are going to stay up 'til morning smoking?"
"I've got a half a pack." Remus looked at the clock.
"Okay." He rolled over and stared at the ceiling of his bed. " Night." He murmured.
"Go to sleep Remus." Sirius sighed.
James stumbled to the bathroom, tripping over his broom and knocking his shin against a table.
"Shit." He shut the door behind himself rather loudly.
He flicked off the candles with his wand and returned to the dorm.
"You should watch your language around the little ones." James looked up and wandered over to the window sill.
"They're all sound asleep." He reached out and pulled the cigarette from Sirius's fingers. Sirius pulled another out of his shirt pocket, lighting a small blue fire in his palm, and holding it to the cigarette pressed in his lips. His squeezed fist extinguished the faint light.
"Quidditch tomorrow." Sirius nodded, smoke mixing with his frosted breath. James stood next to the sill, one arm crossed against his chest. His cigarette slowly burnt down. As the ash burnt against his fingers, he flicked it out the window, and dusted off his hands. James sniffed back against the cold, and let out a final cloud.
"Night then." Sirius dropped a complacent nod. As James closed his curtains he heard a faint cough.
"Night James."
Peter sniffed the air and coughed. He leaned out of his bed to see where the smoke was coming from. Sirius was lying with his feet pressed against the wall, looking out the window. His hands were pressed underneath his head, and his lips moved carefully in his breathing.
"Can I try?" Peter asked, rubbing the side of his finger.
"No." Sirius mumbled around the cigarette.
"Why not?"
"They're bad for your health." Sirius snorted.
"Why?"
"Because you have asthma. One cigarette could just finish you off." Sirius sniffed blandly.
"Really?"
"Oh. Yeah." He nodded.
"Oh." Peter's eyes opened widely. "Sirius?"
"Damn, Peter, stop asking me questions and go back to bed." Sirius hissed. He knew the hurt look that would linger on Peter's face. " You're going to fucking ruin my bad mood." He continued to himself as curtains rattled shut behind him. " Stupid….." Sirius sighed as he heard the rustling behind the curtain. He rolled his eyes at himself. " Night Peter." He said grudgingly.