Sirius had been focusing and frowning at a piece of parchment for quite some time now, an hour actually, and seeing his friend on the verge of combustion, James decided to step in.
"Having trouble there, Padfoot? The last time I saw you looking that intensely at something like that, it was at MacDonald's cleavage over a year ago." James walked to where Sirius sat and took up a seat next to him.
"I'm trying to write a poem for Remus, because our one year anniversary is coming up." Summarised Sirius, not taking his eyes off the page. He didn't appear to really be listening to James, he was more interested in the page.
"Right." Nodded James, he was well aware of his two best mates being together and having sex… a lot; he just didn't like to think about his two friends touching each other naked like that, it's not that he was homophobic, you know, they were just his best mates, his brothers even, it just made him feel a little queasy to think about them like that. The same sort of queasy when he thought of his own parents like that. "What have you got so far?"
"Well," Sirius stood up on his chair and cleared his throat.
"Wild like the roaming night,
Your face may only show the din,
Yet scarred and full of delight,
That is my love,
If it is a sin to feel like this,
I am surely going to Hell,
You are the ice to soothe my burns,
To fit perfectly with you,
Is how the heart learns."
James was at a loss for words. "That was very… creative, very like you, Remus will love it." Grinned James, who was digging and scarping his mind to find some compliments for the poem that didn't make sense and could never be called decent or even satisfactory. "Why don't you try a sonnet instead?" He suggested.