“As Nefarious as it all sounds to you,” Sirius said to Remus with a snicker as she stood from James’s bed in a bit of a stretch, “It’d be brill and we’d be nothing if not encouraging toward your plight of the privacy kind. Even if I think you’re still just doing it to get with Lily on a regular basis.” Sirius, knowing full well James would want to smash him about some place around the head, moved to cannon ball –lopsidedly and in a diagonal stance that looked like it rather hurt- right onto his own bed which was the messier of the three in the room. If a person wanted to know all about Sirius Black’s personal affects, one only needed to look at his bed and the horrible state in which he kept it. Blankets were usually wrinkled about, pillows at all sorts of places, part of the top mattress was hanging out on one side. His jump just hefted up a bunch more as it welcomed Sirius back into the messy arms of his chaos.
“Like right about now. We could write to Peter and tell him to stop stealing from the Kitchens because we’re about to plot and plan and REMUS LUPIN get that book away from your face and pay attention.” Sirius had flicked his eyes toward Remus first, after hearing Remus mention stupid things like ‘I’m a prefect so I’m not playing’ and witnessed that Remus was serious. This would not do. “Yes, yes… you feel your very soul burning in the fiery pits of prefect hell, so just pretend to not understand English -but do try to listen. This will involve you, as you are one of the upstanding members of our Marauders crew. Which came first, might I add, before this whole noble duty of yours.” He shook his finger at Remus sternly, and then sat up to give James a glance.
“I knew you would, since you’re so very awesome and cunning. So, what have you thought up? Does it involve dungbombs? I can break out my stash and we can start counting.” Sirius nearly looked like he’d fall off the bed again, since while he spoke he inched up farther and farther towards James, from his anxiousness and excitement.