Sirius usually was not a morning person. Actually it was very difficult to get him out of bed before ten, and even later on weekends. But all of his friends had learned that it was better to let Sirius sleep in than deal with his dramatic whining for the rest of the day.

Although lately Sirius had fallen into a routine of waking up even earlier than James, which was surprising as his bestfriend always got up at the asscrack hour of dawn to practice even more Quidditch (Sirius told him he was just trying to impress Lily with his 'routine'.)

Anyway, the reason for this dramatic change of events lead back to Sirius's other bestfriend and local Gryffindor werewolf, Remus. The other boy had never had the best sleeping schedules as the full moons always disrupted them someway or another.

Right now night was still blanketing the sky as a low golden sun just began rising over the distant horizon. Sirius watched it from where he and Remus had sat on a windowsill in the Gryffindor common rooms before anyone else woke up and started the day.

Sirius had lit a cigarette that he and Remus were passing back and forth. It wasn't weird or anything. They were bestfriends! Bestfriends shared stuff like cigarettes. Sure...he might not do it with any of his other friends but that was just because they didn't smoke. And sure he sometimes stole Remus's sweaters but leather got uncomfy sometimes!