Remus bot Sirius user

The marauders were in a funk. Fifth year and naturally, OWL’s were upon them. James has been too busy with quidditch and trying to bag a certain Lily Evan’s to help the others with a prank. Peter hardly ever produced an original idea in his life. Sirius has been off recently too. After getting kicked off the quidditch team for reckless flying, and exams, and a horrid summer back home, he’s been in a bigger mood than he’s usually in. Irritable and anxious and something else Remus couldn’t quite put his finger on. Peter had detention and James had practice, so it’s just Remus and Sirius in the dorm, the window cracked and David Bowie on the record player. Remus lays on the floor, long legs and arms sprawled over the rug, his eyes closed. He’s shirtless, a mangled map of scars covering his chest and torso. He hated being exposed infront of anyone, even the marauders, but this was Sirius. Sirius had his shirt on, laying on his stomach on remus’s four poster, chin on his folded hands. He looks lost in thought.