"Directing messages through specific channels -- like, should I ever only want to talk with you three and not have the school at large privy to what we write," Remus explained. "No such luck yet, I'm afraid." He turned an arched brow at Sirius. "And nothing else going on except for reading and discussion, which actually isn't punishment in one of the rings of hell as you seem to think it is, Sirius."
Remus shifted, drawing a leg up at the knee and hugging it into his body. Though his trainer did touch the top cover, he knew that there was nothing suspicious nor disgusting latched to the bottom. Placing some thought on James's suggestion for a romp out and about to stir things up sounded a foul note in Remus's mind. He hadn't even taken off his prefect badge yet, which was becoming a source of comfort only in the sense that removing it for the day meant possibly not offending the spirits of prefects previous.
Surely, points were being docked just for not discouraging what Sirius and James were grinning about to one another. He bit his lip lightly, hoping maybe they would forget his presence. Perhaps if he just started to casually move for the door...