"What if we-"
"No, Pads, that would be a stupid idea."
"You don't even know what I was going to say, Remmy."
"That our next prank should be setting fire to the Slytherins clothes."
"..."
"Stop pouting."
"Yeah, Sirius, what will the girls think of you pouting?"
"James you're not helping here."
"Sorry, Rem."
"No you're not."
"...it wouldn't hurt anyone, I promise."
"Drop it, Sirius."
"Yeah, listen to mum, she knows best. Oh, Rem, that glare isn't going to stop me calling you that when you mother the heck out of us."
"What about-"
"Really? We did that in first year, Padfoot."
"How do you always know what I'm going to say?"
"Because you're predictable."
"Mmph, while you're not wrong, I'm never able to guess what he's thinking to your accuracy."
"I can read people?"
"Right...what am I thinking, then? Go on, have a go."
"Hmm..."
"Jamie, stop rubbing my temples like that, man."
"No, shut up, I'm trying to concentrate. Okay, you're thinking that you want me to stop rubbing your temples-"
"Which I just said."
"-and that you'd even support me going downstairs and asking out Lily again, if it means I would leave you alone."
"Actually...yes, I'd be okay with that. Go make a fool of yourself."
"Shut up!"
"Bloody hell, he was just looking for an excuse! He didn't have to slam the door like that!"
"That's our James."
"Yeah. Hey, Rem?"
"Hm?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?
"No, what, why would I think that?"
"No need to get all worked up, you can lay back down, alright? I've just been having, like, prank-block lately. I can't think of anything good anymore. Half of what I think up, we've already done, anyways."
"Well, have you got something else on your mind, taking up all the space?"
"N-no."
"Pads...are you blushing? I don't think I've ever seen you blush before, even when James managed to make all your clothes, bar your pants, disappear."
"Well..."
"So you do like someone!"
"Yeah, but I can't tell them!"
"Well, why not? Sometimes it's better to tell and have lost than to never have tried at all."
"You know, you're ridiculously wise beyond your years, Rem."
"So I've been told. Think it comes with this whole being a werewolf thing, yeh know?"
"Right."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make it awkward."
"No, you didn't!"
"Oh, thinking about her, then?"
"Yeah...wait, no!"
"Yes or no?"
"I am thinking about them, but I'm afraid cuz it's not just some random bird, Moons."
"No, you love her then?"
"No, you idiot, I love YOU!"
"...huh?"
"Yeah, I love you. And I know, it's stupid, and I'm trying to stop, but it's just so difficult. Because you're so perfect, and smart, and-"
"I've loved you, too, since about fourth year."
"-and I just...wait, what?"
"Yeah."
"Moony, if you're fucking with me, I swear on Merlin's saggy tits-"
"I'm not."
"Oh."
"You're so cute when you blush."
"I think I've got the best prank idea ever!"