Who: Sirius and Remus with a later appearance by James What: Not kissing, that's for sure Where: Gryffindor 5th year boys' dorm When: Friday afternoon Remus sighed, flopping down on the bed. Class today had seemed to drag on forever and a day. He hadn't been able to concentrate at all, eyes continually drifting to Sirius, watching the way the light caught in his hair, or the way a flash of white teeth snuck out to worry at his lower lip. It had been torture, beautiful, exquisite torture, but finally, finally it was over. Not that he wanted to stop looking at Sirius, just that there was a time and a place and if he didn't get a hold of himself it was going to lead to some rather embarrassing moments in future. With a groan, he stretched out, settling against the still rumpled sheets (what was the point of making one's bed every single morning anyway?) and staring at the ceiling, imagining patterns in the cracks and slight shading he found there.