It had been a few months since the prank. Remus was still ignoring Sirius completely. Sometimes, Sirius gave back another sweater he still had from his ex-boyfriend by just laying it on Remus‘s bed.

Tonight, as he came back from dinner, Remus found another sweater on his bed, but this time with a note in Sirius’s handwriting:

That‘s the last one I had. Promise.

I miss you Remus.

Please let me talk to you. I will be waiting at our casual corridor after dinner.

Please come? –Sirius

Remus started to think. Should he really go? Should he talk to Sirius, the person he used to love but now hated the most? The person that hurt him more than anyone ever?