Padfoot stood by Moony's side watching from a safe distance as Prongs and Lily were all over each other as usual. "Doesn't it just make you want to puke?" Padfoot asked, bitterness in his voice like nothing Moony had ever heard. He would've laughed but he knew better than that now, Prongs' new relationship was driving Padfoot to the brink of insanity.
"You would think he would've learnt ages ago that Lily is the route of all evil, every inch of her fire red hair just speaks of hell," Padfoot almost spat, glaring at the girl who had stolen away his best friend, "oh well, at least I've got you Moony-old-boy, it's just you and me now," Moony stared in disbelief at his friend, he was being completely serious.
"What about Wormtail?" he asked, now that he had come to mention it, where was Wormtail? He had been very secretive recently.
"What about Wormtail?" Padfoot mimicked, a smirk creeping up the corners of his mouth, "Let's face it Moony, Wormtail was never best friend material now was he?"
Remus felt himself smiling again; sixth year was the year that he and Padfoot had become closer, almost like brothers. Nothing would change the fact that Prongs and Padfoot were still best friends but Moony felt further accepted into the group. But he couldn't help but brush away the tears; the memories of happiness haunted him still and brought him into sadness.
"MOOOONYY!" Padfoot cried dramatically, his perfect smile vanished from his face, Moony stared in wonder at what his friend was carrying, remembering that Padfoot had sworn to be allergic to them.
"Padfoot, are they books?" Moony asked, stifling his laughter,
"Yes Moony, they are books, which is precisely what I wanted you for," Padfoot panted, holding out the stack of books for Moony to take a better look. Moony understood suddenly, "You haven't done any revision have you Padfoot?" he asked disappointedly, "We've got our NEWTS in little under a week now, I thought you would have learnt from when you nearly failed your OWLS,"
"Me, learn, you are joking aren't you Moony?" Padfoot said sarcastically, "You will help me though, right?"
"Yes Padfoot, I'll help you," Moony replied in a bored tone.
Moony remembered well the scores he had helped Padfoot get that year, he had passed and well. The end of the year had come swiftly and Padfoot had sworn never to work another day in his life. How he had managed to keep that promise, no one knows. But he did, living off his inheritance and whatever money Prongs' mum sent him in the post (more than she'd ever done for Prongs himself.)
