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Remus was distracted.
He sat in the library, blinking blearily down at an essay due for tomorrow. Transfiguration homework- or was it Charms? He couldn't remember anymore, the words blurred together like sugar cubes in tea.
He sighed heavily and leaned back, rolling his shoulders and repeatedly clenching and unclenching his left hand in a futile effort to ease the stabbing cramp. He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples with the heels of his palms.
God damn it, he should have started the essay earlier.
Then, a familiar weight dropped into the seat next to him. Dramatic as usual. Sirius Black, the man, the myth, the fucking idiot. Dressed sluttily as ever. Madam Pince, the librarian, was bound to have a fit if she laid eyes on his fishnet top.
“I come bearing gifts,” he whispered and slid a bar of dark chocolate over to him like it was a shady drug deal in an alleyway behind a Sainsbury’s. “Moony needs to eat more.”
“Moony needs to finish this essay.” he muttered snarkily. Despite his words, he shot out his arm and swiped the chocolate off of the table like it owed him money. And sugar. Mostly sugar.
Sirius’s head perked up a little. “Oi, Moons. You’ve got ink on your face,” he said.
“I do?” Remus reached up to touch his face.
“Here, let me get it,” Sirius said, far too cheerfully, and quickly reached out and vigorously rubbed the ink off.
“Hey - Pads - fucking hell - stop that!” he hissed exasperatedly, squirming and attempting to keep his voice as low as possible. “You’re going to rub my fucking skin off!”
“There! All gone!” Sirius grinned triumphantly, and Remus resisted the urge to sucker punch him right in the face. Instead he grumbled.
“You’re insufferable,”
“And you’re irresistible,” Sirius said, flopping his head onto the table and looking up at Remus with disgustingly adorable puppy eyes.
“Go to hell,” Remus muttered under his breath, cheeks reddening. Not that he would admit it.
“Moony! You’re so mean!”