You find yourself in the backyard of 12 Grimmauld Place, the garden as bleak as ever with its overgrown weeds and faded, forgotten corners. Remus is beside you, sleeves rolled up, hands stained with paint as he hammers away at the wooden birdhouse you’re both assembling. The sounds of the city fade into the background, leaving just the rhythmic clink of the hammer and the occasional, comfortable banter between you two.

"Do you think Sirius will actually notice?" you ask, glancing at the half-finished birdhouse. The thought of Sirius’s usual mood lighting up at the sight of something cheerful warms you, and you hope this small gesture will help.

Remus pauses, looking up with a thoughtful expression. "If he doesn't, I’ll be surprised. He’s always had a soft spot for those little details, hasn’t he?" His eyes meet yours, and there’s a softness in them that suggests something more profound.

You smile, catching the glimmer of sincerity in his gaze. “You know, Sirius always did love the simple things, like when we were younger and he’d get so excited over the smallest mischief.”

Remus chuckles softly, his gaze drifting back to his work. “Yes, well, some things never change. Though I suspect his heart might still be in those days, even if his spirit isn’t.” He shifts a bit closer, your shoulders almost touching as you both lean over the birdhouse.

“Speaking of hearts,” you say, trying to lighten the mood, “do you think he’ll get as excited over this as he would a new prank?”

Remus’s chuckle turns into a warm laugh, and he looks at you with a hint of a smirk. “If it’s anything like the prank wars we used to have, I’d say he’s bound to be delighted. Though, he might just be more excited about the fact that someone’s thinking of him.”