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"James is difficult. You'd have to work out too." And Peter was all in favour of less working out and more eating of the taters. "I mean, I reckon Sirius is strong too, but you can see it more with James?"

Or maybe he was just biased toward James, either was a strong possibility. "We are lucky they are friends with us," he concluded. He wasn't always the most introspective, but it was easy enough to imagine the 'what if' of any life where James and Sirius hadn't decided to be friends with him. "But they are lucky too, right? Cause we are putting up with them."

They could be a lot.

"Sirius is pretty strong. Being against his chest is kinda firm and hard, you know? Bit like nuzzling concrete... in a good way." Was that weird to say? Probably. He felt weird about saying it. He felt weird in general. Sirius was nice to lie against, nice to dance with, nice to be hugged by... generally just nice to be close to a bloke like Sirius.

"I think they need us to balance out their worse sides."

Or he hoped so because otherwise, why were they needed around? Wasn't worth overthinking. "They love us, wormtail. No doubt there."

"I love you too," Peter declared, mostly looking at his taters. But hey, he meant it. Very heartfelt. He really did like Remus, because he felt more real than his other friends. In a weird way. There wasn't any barrier with Remus. Remus and him were on the same level, he didn't feel as if he had to struggle just to keep up or watch out so he wouldn't get made fun of for something.

"OY! MOONY!" There really was no need for Sirius to yell loudly as soon as him and James entered the great hall, but he rarely needed much of a reason to do anything like that. "DID YOU MISS ME?!"

He was now approximately ten feet from him. Didn't keep him from yelling.

"You're hurting my ears, you loud dick." Rolling his eyes, he shoved Sirius once he got close, just to make a point. "You don't have to yell. Me and Wormtail were sitting all nicely and you punks come over, making a mess."

"It's our job." James sat down next to Peter, wrapped an arm around him and grinned. "I'm hungry, feed me." And then he opened his mouth, hoping for some of his potatoes. A longshot but he knew how beloved he was.

"You done making mischief?"

"How dare you!? I've never in my life made any mischie-- Well, all right." Sirius stopped his protests mid-way and sat down next to Remus, casually slinging an arm around him. "But, Moony. Mate. Darling boy. Nothing could have been further from my thoughts today. I was all atwitter with worry instead!"

He looked over to James, who was indeed being fed potatoes. Aw. True love. "Prongs! Was I not atwitter?"

"What's a twitter?" Peter felt he'd missed something. Nothing new there.

"He was atwitter with worry." James agreed through a mouthful of food, nodding wisely. He ruffled Peter's hair and grinned at him. "Aghast. Mournful. He was a flurry of concern. We were only doing what the goodest of boys would do in such a situation."

Remus gave two very doubtful looks at both boys. What were they up to?

"Why worry?" Remus wasn't sure how he felt at being called darling boy. Oddly endeared and a feeling of love? God, he sucked. He gave Sirius a pointed look. "Well?"

"Dunno, you looked sleepy." Sirius said it almost dismissively, as if the initial reason for concern had, by now, been far outgrown by the response. Which, admittedly, it had. "You see, Moony, at Christmas the uncle who doesn't despise me gave me some money. In case I needed it."

For hard times, Alphard had said, and most certainly not meant a random time when he felt a little bad for his friend. However, Sirius was certain he wouldn't begrudge it. "And so, on a beautiful winter day, Prongs and I walked into Honeyduke's..."

"...how much chocolate did you buy?" Peter had arrived at the logical conclusion. This was about food.

"You got chocolate."

He perked up almost instantly, looking fascinated, interested and starving all at once. Well, he hadn't actually eaten today. Peter had eaten his lunch. And his breakfast. He didn't mind, he hadn't wanted it. The concept of potatoes or oatmeal made him want to barf.

Chocolate did not. He hoped he was going to get some, he smiled wistfully.

"Aww, if he was a dog, his tail would be wagging. Poor Moony, give him his treat." It looked so cute, it was hard not to tease him.

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