Remus Lupin lying under the covers, one arm tossed over his eyes to keep the sun, and the rest of the world, from creeping in. He’s particularly tired today, still feeling a little lunar and not at all prepared to do anything but nestle further into his mattress, ignore the scratch of the quilt lying forlornly over the duvet he tucks himself into.
“You’re going to be late!” Sirius addresses the long, unmoving lump that is his body, knowing that it won’t say a thing. The silence doesn’t really smart, though. He wrenches the corner of his best friend’s duvet off his body, but Remus’s grip is tight.
“Leave me alone.” He mutters, the top of his hair poking out over his pillow. He glances up, squints at Sirius, thick brows furrowing as he grumbles, and then tosses his body back into the comfort of his bed. “I’m taking a personal day.”
“Yeah,” Sirius rolls his eyes. “I don’t think that’ll wash with McGonagall.”
“Tell her I’m a werewolf then. And that I’m sick of it.”
Sirius snorts. “I don’t think that’ll wash either.”
Remus sits up, staring forlornly at nothing in particular as he thinks to himself. His hands in his lap, hair soft and scruffy, he shakes his head and gestures for Sirius to leave.
“Go. You’ll be late. I’m just… going through that usual ‘everything is so unfair, why’d it have to be me, can God just give me an apology if he actually exists and not damn me to an eternal living hell’ mood.” He sighs heavily. Rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, and shut the door on your way out. You always leave it a bit open sometimes and it’s really annoying.”
Sirius nods, his arms across his chest and a stack of the morning’s letters in his hands.
Remus falls back under the duvet, staring upward at the ceiling with the sheets pulled up to his neck. Moments pass. He sighs.
“I don’t hear any signs of you leaving.”
“Ah!” Sirius laughs, breaking out of his seriousness. He pushes a stray piece of hair, long and curving, out of his eyeline. “How could I?! When I forgot to give you something important?”
Lupin forces himself forward once again, raising a speculative eyebrow at his friend, shoving a piece of parchment into his face.
“Would you check it out?!” He grins. “It’s a letter from God! Issuing you that apology and letting you know that you’re all he thinks about up in the clouds and would you please be kind to your absolute best pal Sirius Black for scoring you the favour of a written correspondence?! He doesn’t make time for just anyone, y'know. Not angsty teenage werewolves, either.”
Remus glares as Sirius smiles on, the grey of his eyes shining, the corners of his lips quirking smugly.
“You’re really fucking annoying,” Remus says slowly, fighting the smile about to break on his own face. “Did you know that?”
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