This isn't a proper chapter, or a proper scene really. It's just a little something that happened that I decided to put down, and to lead onto the next bit coming shortly. I've had inspiration :)
"AAUURRGH" cried Sirius, quite out of the blue, flinging his body to the side and wrapping his arms around his head. "Arggh, g'way" he whimpered, still mostly asleep.
Prongs raised one eyebrow at Remus and he shrugged, and went back to writing. Peter emerged from the shower, flushed and shiny, and dressed in his robes. By then, Sirius had blearily woken up, redder than Peter and on edge.
"Good sex dream?" James sniggered.
"Die." He scrambled into clothes, his back to them. Peter pointed knowingly at Remus when James turned his back, and although he went vaguely pink around the edges, he gave his best withering look and rolled his eyes and shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Like a broken puppet.
James crammed himself onto the bed next to Remus, who although having quite forgotten the previous conversation, shuffled up. James read his essay with an eyebrow raised.
"Is that your new Thing?" asked Remus.
Is Sirius yours? it said.
Oh, not you again.
"What?" murmured James distractedly.
"Nothing" Remus mumbled back.
Sirius Black, Sirius Black, Sirius Sirius Sirius Black is here, take notice of me.
"Shut up" Remus mumbled out loud, trying to remember the eighth and final symptom of Wizard's Pneumonia and finding no space in his arguing brain to process this, and pressing his forehead to the dusty, comforting, non-judgemental book.
Moony?
Shut up, he thought again. Leave me alone. I didn't ask for you.
"Moony?"
He ignored the bloody voice, taking a deep breath in, and then was shaken violently.
"ARGH" he yelped, and jumped up.
"Oh! Oh- er, that was actually you. Your mouth speaking. Not- oh, never mind." Sirius raised a quizzical brow at him.
"You're very like James, you know" murmured Remus, watching the book as if it might do something entertaining, and then heard himself and was disturbed. Sirius stared at him again. A thick clod of panic began to nestle in his throat, like toffee. Why can't he communicate like a normal person?
"Moony, come on."
"Er, what?" he said again, heart juddering in panic, and then looked up, and realised everyone was gone. Sirius looked at him like he was mad, and then brought his face very close to Remus's.
"Arithmancy. Attend. Obtain knowledge." said Sirius slowly.
"Er, yeah. Right, sorry."
Sirius gave him one last bewildered look before grabbing his arm and dragging him downstairs to class.
The next couple of days will herald a chapter containing a very awkward encounter, one very intimate one, and one in which a case of mistaken identity proves a tad embarrassing. Oh, it'll all be very exciting. Love to my reviewers, you wise excellent people you.