"Remus!" Sirius and James exclaimed as they ran towards her at the Gryffindor table. Sirius wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly, and suddenly another pair of arms was around her as James was hugging her too.
It hurt, but it was a good type of hurt. Remus smiled, and was secretly sad when they pulled away.
"Hey, sorry about your sucky summer." Sirius said as he grabbed a huge plate of food.
"It wasn't too bad, I got to study even more, and even had some lessons on potions."
James ruffled her hair and smiled, "There's our Remus."
"You guys excited for this year?" Sirius asked with his mouth full.
"Hell yeah!" James said, "Quidditch try outs!"
"I'm excited about Transfiguration." Remus said quietly.
"I'm excited about…" Sirius' voice trailed off as he watched some fifth year girls walk by. Remus laughed.
"You don't have a chance with them."
"Oh, really?" Sirius said, his cheeks bulging with mashed potatoes. "It's a good thing then that they're not my type."
"You have a type?" James asked, "I thought your type was 'women'."
Remus couldn't help but snort as she tried to take a drink of her pop.
"No, my type is short haired brunettes that are oh so shy, but very smart." Sirius said, giving Remus his best "charming" smolder.
"Ha! In your dreams."
"You are." He winked.
Remus laughed and leaned forward towards Sirius, "Too bad you're not my type."
"You have a type?" Sirius asked.
Dumbledore called for attention, and everyone stopped talking. Sirius whispered to Remus, "Wait, you have a type?"
"Shut up!" she whispered back.