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than it was, and he also did not think it was appropriate to rub his momentary happiness
in his friend's face.
"What the hell do we even have to offer?" Remus asked aloud.
"We're good-looking?" Sirius suggested.
Each took a moment to look the other over. Sirius in his torn robes, skinny, pale,
and dirty once again, though not as badly as he had been after his prison escape. Remus in
his patched, brown, second-hand robes, grey hair, and scarred face.
"We used to be good-looking?" Sirius corrected.
"At least your witch actually gets to go back in time and see you at your best. Mine
will have to settle for an old, poor, grey-haired werewolf."
"She won't care; she's your mate," Sirius pointed out.
"Mia used to say things like that." Remus smiled thoughtfully. "I can still complain
about it, though."
"You going to tell me who she is?"
Remus shook his head. "Not a chance."
There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air. After a few minutes of
watching Buckbeak gnaw on some chicken bones left over from when Harry, Hermione,
and Ron brought food, Sirius spoke up. "I'm worried about Harry."
"Me too."