Sirius hadn't actually expected Remus to go through with his idea. It was way past curfew and completely insane for anyone to be up. They could probably get into so much trouble. But Sirius, and apparently Remus, didn't mind about the consequences.

It had all started with Sirius being up from a nightmare, something about the Black's torture, and Remus not being able to sleep. Usually, they'd just go into one another's bed and fall back asleep. But this time Sirius had joked about stargazing like the romantic sap he was.

Unfortunately, there were too many clouds over the October sky to see any. This disappointed Sirius greatly because he always relaxed when he could see the stars. As if talking about the origin of his name calmed him.

Then, Sirius had got the great and impulsive idea to go onto his broom. Remus had told him how horrible the idea was but Sirius was a stubborn git when he wanted to be. So, Remus, begrudgingly, came along.

Now the two of them were soaring above the dark Hogwarts grounds, Sirius in a loose shirt and sleep trousers with his hair tied up, and Remus all dressed for the appropriately cold air. "Look, Moons, there's Orion's belt. Ugh, Orion." Sirius pointed and rolled his eyes at his Father's name. Atleast the constellation was pretty.