Your life is no longer filled with noise.
Only a few months ago your life was awash with a cacophony of sounds. There was a war going on and violence is neither quiet nor calm. Hate is very vocal and anger is very loud. And everyday seemed to be louder. Everyday Voldemort's army grew stronger and everyday they became more dangerous. They started attacking in the open instead of in secret. How many screams of terror and pain and death have you encountered in your lifetime? Too many for sure. After a day of this you crave the silence, though you still hear it in your mind.
Your rare days off were spent with your friends. They were an entirely different sort out loud. Harry's screeches of joy made your heart fill to bursting. Hearing his laugh as you tickled him and amused him with cheesy magic tricks. Lilly's sing song voice had the ability to soothe your nerves. And even James's serious and probing questionings of the war only made you feel connected. It meant he was still there. That they were all still safe.
Before your rift with Sirius, he always managed to bring life and laughter and fun into any encounter. Add a bottle of fire whiskey (which happened many times) and the noise level jumped several decibels. Whether he was singing drinking songs, bragging about his latest conquest, or vehemently denouncing his family, Sirius hated a silent moment. He tried to play it cool, but Sirius could be a ball of nervous energy. Especially near the end. You thought the stress and worry and his need for action was behind it. You feel like a fool for thinking that now. He was only nervous for his own skin. Excited about being able to give his Dark Lord what he wanted most.
And Peter; even quiet mumbling Peter had his own sets of noise. Peter who could never hurt anyone and who worshipped Sirius….. Peter liked to play what-if. It was one of his favorite games. Sometimes the scenarios were silly. More often they were not. It's almost as if he really wanted to know what you would all do in situations. You wonder if he was really only looking for guidance. Some odd sense of moral guidance. You wish everyone had taken Peter more seriously. Even Peter had a way of filling the silence.
But now they are gone. And it's already been two weeks since you've had any human contact. Is this all you have to look forward to? An empty cottage without any sounds of happiness or laughter? Alone in a quiet house with only your thoughts?