The room was clean, actually. Everything was neatened and put away in its place. That alone was unusual. But Sirius had wanted to make it easy for Remus to see exactly how he had redecorated: restraints, leather, were on the bed. They were loose, open, ready for whoever was getting restrained, if anyone.
But Sirius wasn't thinking about that. He was glaring at his journal. James had walked out. He hadn't even said why he was angry. Lily hadn't explained it either. No, there was nothing fucking wrong on his part, but that fucking PRICK!
There was a pop, and it surprised him. His quill was jammed down hard into the desk, sticking into it, and his hand was on his wand. Sirius jumped out of his seat, journal falling to the floor, and a shield charm was already cast between him and -
Oh, it had been for good measure, against James. Sirius got rid of it immediately. "Thought you might be James," Sirius replied.