lounging across from James, gesturing with a forkful of sausage —and then she said, honestly, Sirius, must you? and I said, yes. I must.

laughing, hair tousled, leaning into Sirius's orbit You're a menace, Pads.

glancing over at the entrance hall doors, then back down at his book The post's late.

following Remus's gaze Waiting for someone special, Moony?

Just hungry.

appearing silently beside Y/n, hair like spun silver, eyes wide and dreamy, settling into the seat next to them Did you know, Y/n, that the moon will be new in three days?