Re: Remus - Sirius
"Okay, tomorrow I will not call you a Prat," Remus smirked back, unafraid to rely on semantics.
Laughing, he adopted his best imitation of a nightly news anchor from the programmes his mother had watched growing up. "Black and Snape manage civil conversation. Full story at ten." Shaking his head, he continued to chuckle. "I told you years ago the man had to have a sense of humour under there somewhere. You've just been too busy trying to hex each other in the past to notice.
"Should I not be?" Remus asked, wondering a bit where this was coming from. "I always thought that was the point of talking to someone -- finding out what you had in the way of common interests. Really, Pads, what's the big deal? I'd think you'd be happy your brother was able to get along with at least one of your friends. And you are not a terrible brother. Absent-minded and procrastinating, maybe," he teased. "But, not terrible. What is it you're giving him?"