Chapter Seventy-Four
Muffliato
You don't know that I know you watch me every night
And I just can't resist the urge to stand here in the light
Your greedy eyes upon me, and then I come undone
I could close the curtain but this is too much fun
(I Get Off - Halestorm)November 5th, 1977"I take it you found Mia?"
Sirius looked up to find Remus stretched out on his bed, ankles crossed, a book in
his hand, looking ever the picture of introverted contentment. It was still a bit of a shock
not to have James in the dorm, and Sirius started to look for Peter before he remembered
that he had detention.
Not even bothering to hiding his grin, Sirius closed the door behind him and walked
toward Remus, almost skipping with each step. "Do I look that dishevelled?"
Remus nodded and turned his attention back to his book before speaking again.
"That and the fact that I would recognise her scent a mile away." His nostrils flared, and
he grimaced. "It smells different on you. I'm not jealous or anything, but I don't think I
like it."
"I love it!" Sirius smiled and then fell onto his bed with a bounce, staring across the
room at Remus, who looked like he was holding back a smirk. "I also love that Prongs no
longer sleeps in this room so there's absolutely zero chance of me getting antlered in the
shoulder. He really needs to rein in that protective brother thing."
Remus closed his book and set it on the side table. "Sirius?"
"Yeah, mate?"
"Just because it needs to be said... if you hurt her again―" Remus slowly took in
a controlled breath before speaking once more. "You're my friend, and I love you like a
brother—you're Pack—but if I see that witch crying, and it's because you've turned your
back on her again, I won't be able to stop myself."