Eh… I needed a break from all Harry Potter-issues of my life. A human can only dedicate herself to the same thing for a limited amount of time. So I cut my hair short as a boy and watched Fight Club over and over again. Far from the world of magic. Back again though.

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"For I am but a fading scar, a dying star, oh noooo… won't you love me like last night or was that a DREAM!?! I know what you're thinking and I've seen what you've SEEN!!!"

"SIRIUS! Will you please – shut – up!" James roared from behind the curtains of his four-poster. Sirius stopped mid-air in a silly pirouette and stumbled.

"What's up James? Don't tell me, you're studying potions, like every other bore downstairs who's making the common room look like a funeral reception!" James let out a sigh and glanced through a crack between his curtains to stare at his black haired friend.

"Well, you should be studying as well, the exam is tomorrow!" Sirius shrugged and crossed his arms defensively.

"Hey – I don't need to study, potions 's a piece of cake! Come on; let's do something fun for once! Ever since Thursday you've been moping around about Evans telling you off, and you go to bed all too early! Let's think practically for a second, do you really need EIGHT hours of sleep?"

James grunted and snapped the curtain shut again.

"You'd think I would, but it's hard to sleep when sharing rooms with a head-ache-producing song bird like you! What was that crap you were wailing on about anyway?!" Sirius slumped back on a bed and became surprisingly interested in his own fingernails.

"Nothing, really… no real song."

"Well, that was quite obvious…"

Sirius stood up and ripped the curtains aside and launched himself onto James' bed.

"PLEASE, come out with me, let's stalk Filch with your Cloak and lure him into that trapdoor we found last week!" James arched an eyebrow at Sirius and sighed. Sirius crawled up his legs and grabbed his T-shirt, making quite the drama-scene.

"I'm withering away in boredom, Prongs! I can't stay in this tower all weekend!" James finally laughed and pushed Sirius' hand aside.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Padfoot, but Peter's off to the kitchen with my Invisibility Cloak, he probably won't be back for a few hours…"

Sirius growled turned over on his back, shaking his black fringe out of his eyes. James studied his best friend lying next to him while turning a page in his potions-book. Then he smiled to himself.

When did we become this untameable, Sirius? He could remember his first months on Hogwarts, being a terrified little first-year jumping out of everyone's way. Even Sirius seemed shy back then, always afraid to make a fool out of himself. Nowadays all they seemed to do was making fools out of themselves… in a good way of course.

They were going to start their sixth year soon, and yet sometimes it felt as though they were stuck in third year. James sighed and turned his eyes back to the book in his lap, still much enjoying Sirius' company. Maybe it was just Lily who was starting to get to him with her nagging about growing up. Oh well…

Then yet, maybe things really were changing. Remus sure seemed changed. Peter didn't really count; he hadn't changed since first year. Sirius… well, Sirius seemed convinced he could outrun his whole education having fun and ignoring homework. James liked to think he was right.

"What's up?" Sirius' voice awoke James from staring bluntly at the middle of the page lost in thoughts.

"Hm?" That was about the only answer he could come up with after barely catching Sirius' question.

Sirius turned over and propped himself up on his elbow.

"I said what's up? You look troubled."

James threw the book aside and slid down from the headboard, stretching himself out in the same level as Sirius.

"Do you…" He put his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. "Do you think we're changing?" Sirius frowned, lips pouting from his chin being pressed against his palm.

"Say what?" James hesitated, and then decided to correct his question.

"Do you think Remus is changing?" Talking about someone else but themselves was always easier. Sirius seemed to find some bittersweet amusement in this question.

"Such fine surveillance, James…" He chuckled. James turned to look at him with great surprise.

"You think I'm right?" Sirius grimaced and leaned back next to James. This wasn't exactly something he wished to discuss.

"Of course he's changing; the little puny, withdrawn werewolf we picked up in first-year is actually starting to transform into a solid person. About time, no?"

James chuckled at the memory of the eleven-year-old pale little Remus standing in the corner of every corridor, staring at everything and everybody with his books clutched tight to his chest.

"Oh yeah I agree, but we've seen the true him for quite a while now… the nights at the Squeaking Barrel, I mean… we've pretty much seen every side of that guy. Nevertheless, you've got to admit he's attitude's been changing lately."

Sirius pressed his lips together and glanced at Remus' bed across the room, revealing and open book lying on top of the covers.

"Oh… I don't know… he's just a bit pulled back." James shook his head and bit his lip.

"Nah, it's something more than that, as if he's holding out on us."

Sirius mentally smacked himself on the forehead in frustration.

"Oh come on, James. He's just not like you and me…"

"But Thursday night he disappeared and returned without telling us a single thing, and last night as well, when he told us he was taking a walk and didn't come back until two hours later! I mean, what's that about?" Sirius drew his hands through his hair and closed his eyes.

"To tell you the truth I have no idea." James threw a glance sideways at his friend and sat up, directly facing Remus' empty bed across the floor.

"And while we're on that, where's Moony tonight?"

"Exam Emergency." The heavy dungeon door clicked open, and Remus stepped through. To his light confusion, the room had changed since last night."

"Late as usual I see." Severus was sitting in his big purple armchair, placed at the centre of the room facing another armchair, both on top of a thick red carpet, and standing close to an open fireplace in the opposite wall of the entrance.

Remus looked around for a while at the dim room whose course of light came only from the whispering fire. Severus was for once not wearing black robes but a pair of faded jeans and a grey very old-looking T-shirt. Remus suspected it to once have been white. His wiry black hair was tied back in his neck, which left the harsh features of his square jawbone and hooked nose ever so exposed. He wasn't even looking up to acknowledge Remus' arrival; instead he had his head bowed over his favourite book recognised from the hospital wing.

"Are you coming in or what? Close the door behind you."

Remus pushed the door back in locked position and made his way to the other armchair.

"What happened to the desk?" He asked curiously while seating himself across from Severus, who finally looked up and shut his book.

"We don't need it anymore. As for the slightly more pleasant environment, it is to make up for the slightly more unpleasant part of your education."

A/n: Poor Remus, Severus is just always a step ahead of him! Oh well, this is what you get when taking private lessons with a Slytherin. I've got some interesting things planned for this lesson, so be sure to stay tuned for my next chapter! And while waiting, I must recommend reviewing as a terrific time-killer.