It was hard, sometimes, being mediocre. He was perfectly good at most things. He got good grades. He was a decent flier. He was okay looking. He was moderately popular. He had a good life.

But sometimes it was just so hard to be him, plain old Remus, when Sirius downright shined. Sirius was effortless, in the classroom and on the pitch, like they were instinctual, like he was born to succeed. He was gorgeous, the kind that it was almost painful to be in his presence, yet you couldn't tear your eyes away. People adored him.

Sometimes Remus wished that he was just best at something so that he felt like he deserved him a little bit more. As it turned out, being the voice of reason wasn't a particularly glamorous job.

A/N: This isn't, of course, how I see Remus, as I adore him; but I do imagine him sometimes having these types of insecurities. Would love to hear what you think about it though. :)