Sirius's departure was only momentarily appreciated for in his wake -- even Remus was unable to contain a laugh at the small acrobatics -- but the mattress resumed more of its former shape and so had a book toppled off one of Remus's pillow under the sway of the movement. And it landed with almost an air of ungratefulness over Remus's face, straight down and face-flat maliciously. Remus, who then sat upright with such speed, pinching the bridge of his nose to make sure nothing was out of place. He gave a weak sniff -- yes, all seemed to be in working order, still -- and looked over at the other two Gryffindors lounging on James's bed.
"For reading. A bit of research Lily and I were doing about the journals," Remus said to the question asked. His eyes slipped down to the book in his hands, held tightly at the spine from where he snatched it away. Reading was the plan, but reading, as Remus knew, was nothing that he could honestly manage while James and Sirius intended to remain in the room. With a good-natured shrug, he leaned over to place it on his desk. So much for getting in a bit more work on that one.
A smile had begun to warm over Remus's face as James pressed on. "Madam Hooch likely considered just who it was attempting to use the Pitch before the Slytherins. No offense, James, but you haven't the most innocent reputation," he replied, taking a seat at the corner of his bed and resting his head on two propped up hands.