"I don't know, you didn't let me read the book! You can't test me on it if I haven't read it." He should have read it properly but he skim read that section at the start of the session because he thought he already knew it. And by skim, he pretended to read it and then got distracted admiring Sirius's hands on the table. How were they blemish free? They were hands! Even his nails were clean.

"It was ... '45!" Ha! He had a vague feeling it was that and he was going with it. Cause he had to. If he wanted that Acceptable, he had to go for it. Remus tried to get the book again, jumping around the back of Sirius and trying to nab it. "Gimmie!"