"Yeah, I took a Bludger to the back. Where's my massage?" Sirius asked, grinning
when Remus growled in response.
"You two go rub each other," Mia suggested to James and Sirius with a laugh.
James chuckled. "Sirius isn't really my type."
"James wishes he was my type," Sirius said.
"So?" Mia looked up at the boys. "Did you make the team or what?"
"Sirius and I made the reserve player list." James seemed to be happier about being
allowed to have his broom at school than to actually have an official position on the team.
No longer in the running to be the youngest Chaser in centuries, he had calmed down in
reference to his future Quidditch career.
"Better than nothing." Sirius smirked and then looked behind him. "Right, Petey?"
Peter pouted, struggling to hold onto his gear. "It's not my fault I fell off my
broom," he said, rubbing his backside.
James and Sirius shared another laugh while Mia grinned, passing two Galleons into
Remus's open hand.
September 23rd, 1972"Hey, where's Remus?" James asked as he entered the common room, catching
Sirius and Peter in a game of Exploding Snap. Sirius laughed as a card blew up in Peter's
face.
"Hospital wing," Sirius answered without looking up from the game. "Headache
again."
"Again? He's always either going home to visit his sick aunt or in the infirmary."
James frowned. "You'd think Madam Pomfrey would give him something better than a
simple Pain Potion."
Sirius shrugged, more concerned with beating Peter for the tenth time in a row than
whatever was happening with Remus. Sirius had his own secrets about his family and did
not care to readily share them with his friends; he gave Remus the same respect.