"Mhm." Sirius hums his confirmation as he shut the door to the compartment, after sending a few red sparks that would stay for a while out into the hallway. Had to make sure their errant friends would be able to track them down after all. He lets himself fall down on the seat next to Remus, only to stretch out across the whole side a moment later, his head predictably ending up in Remus' lap.

"Let's see. I did get a hold of half of one of Wormtail's letters. Really not worth the effort, unless 'What do you think of the we--' was going to end in 'wenches' instead of 'weather'. He writes remarkably dull stuff. Mostly I watched all my mail get burned. I intercepted one of Prongs' packages on the roof, well worth the broken collarbone, made being sent to my room without dinner for the majority of the summer a lot more bearable. Although, let me tell you, it takes a special kind of cruelty to ration a chocolate frog."

As he shared the story of how he didn't get mail, Sirius gestured, as he was wont to do and now that he was done, he reached up to bop Remus' nose. "Your turn."