alwaysimpure | Marauders Reloaded

"It's fine. I'm used to it." Sirius frowned and looked back at Remus over his shoulder, for once thinking exactly about what he's saying and how Remus might receive it. Not usually his style, but Remus is the one who's most likely to bring out that kind of consideration in him, at least when it's just them. Maybe it's just the awareness of how thoughtful Remus is in turn. He's earned it. "I don't mean like you're used to it. Just... Pain. Dark magic. That's family night in the Black household."

Of course he's using humour, the way he almost always does when talking about his family. He pulls away from Remus, just enough to be able to put his shirt back on. "I might want to cut it out to be rid of it. Then we can use cream."

Remus frowns at the thought of it. Cutting it out to be rid of the words, he's fairly certain that Sirius isn't joking about that. Not completely, at least. And it would be one way to get rid of the phrase complete. A sort of cathartic release of sorts as well. But that doesn't excuse the fact that Sirius is suggesting he take -- what? -- a knife to himself and purposely injure himself worse to be rid of it. He understands where he's coming from and he understands why, that he might even be better of doing so, but that doesn't make the reality of it any less terrible.

"We can sort it out later," he suggests. "When we're back at school." Because whatever Sirius might plan to do, it's not something they want to be doing on the train. Not when medical assistance, Madame Pomfrey and the infirmary are still hours away yet. And if he's set on doing something stupid then Remus wants to at least be secure in the knowledge that he can get him to help, should he need it.

It should be noted, however, that he hasn't tried to convince him out of anything. And even used the word 'we'. He'll keep Sirius' secret for as long as necessary -- for he knows this is a secret just for him. Sure, the other boy might let James in on it as well, but there's some part of Remus that's selfishly glad in the knowledge that he had come to him first.

"I'll have to sort it out. What am I going to do, never take my shirt off again or parade around with a pureblood slogan in the changing rooms?" Sirius shakes his head, looking down as he finishes putting his shirt back on and buttons it up a little bit more. He shrugs so the shirt hangs off him in the right way again, then he turns so he can lean back. Of course he'll tell James, it's inevitable, but it's also difficult. James, who can never wrap his mind around how parents can not love a child. Sirius still finds it strange that some parents apparently do.

"It's been a long summer." He pats himself down, looking for his pouch. "I can't wait to buy snacks, I'm going to eat my body-weight today. Twice, possibly. You might have to roll me out of the Great Hall."

Remus flickers something of a smile at the other boy at that image. He's fairly certain that regardless of how much Sirius eats, and how much he regrets eating that much, his seemingly magical metabolism will take care of it and he'll look just as infuriatingly good as he always does. Still. He can't resist a little rub.

"Careful you don't ruin your girlish figure, Pads," he says, before sitting closer once more. "Though I suppose you can afford it this time. You could do with a little more meat on you. Especially if you're planning to go parading about half-naked as you say."

"No worries, Moony. People love me for my personality, not my looks." Which is definitely not true for just about anyone outside of the Marauders, but Sirius' relationship with his appearance is as complicated as a lot of things under the deceptively simple surface. He doesn't mind looking good, even counts on it, but on the other hand? He looks like a Black should look and that is an insult, even if it means somehow looking haughtily beautiful while slouching in his seat. "Where are my other adoring fans anyway?"

As if on cue Peter comes stumbling inside, probably having gotten pushed by James, who's right after him.

"I missed you too, Wormtail, but would you mind getting off me?" Sirius isn't quite sure why he ended up buried under his friend, but since Peter looks even more winded he gives him a reassuring pat on the back and waits for him to find his feet. Meanwhile James sits down next to Remus, slinging an arm around him as he watches Peter and Sirius with a wistful sigh.

"Ah, young love. Do you still remember what that was like, Moony?"

Remus shoots the other boy a withering glance. Does he remember young love? Who does James think he is? James himself?

"Hello to you too, James," he replies in turn, though he does as any good friend might and leans into the arm around his shoulders. James is a good mate, after all. Even if he's got his head in the clouds sometimes, and up his own arse at others.

"The pair of you certainly took your time finding us," he comments, not that he's complaining. He'd welcomed his moment of solitude with Sirius, but he can see that it's done now. "We were thinking we might need to send out a search party pretty soon."

"You were? I was very comfortable without them." Much more comfortable than now, with Peter still mostly on top of him, until he finally gets up. Sirius pulls himself up a little bit more as well, still essentially slouching.

While that is going on, James is ignoring it entirely, instead replying to Remus. "I had to stop by Lily's, so she'd not have to yearn for me even a moment longer."

"He got slapped," Peter reports and Sirius snorts at that.

"Good going, Prongs."

"Sign of passion."

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