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The flat was already starting to show signs of Remus' presence. It was a lot tidier than it had been, for one. Okay, so there was still a dozen people's worth of crap lying around, but it was an organized mess. And it was just mess. It wasn't unclean. There was a stack of books on the coffee table, alongside an abandoned cup of tea and what looked like a rather intense hangman competition, where the little stick figure men were charmed to flail and wave their limbs sadly from their nooses.

Sirius was reclining back on the sofa, legs thrown up on one arm, head resting on the other. The Buzzcocks were playing from somewhere in the kitchen, and he was gnawing thoughtfully on his bottom lip as he flicked through one of the books Moony had left in here, turning it upside-down with a frown, as if that would make it any more exciting. Absently, he reached out with one hand, fingers skimming over the PDA resting on the coffee table and instead grabbing his wand, charming the pages until the words began to squirm over the paper. That'd annoy Remus no end.

When Sirius glanced up, he was mildly surprised to see Ariadne standing there. He always left the door open, of course. He always had, even when he lived in London. It had driven the Order mad. Sirius' eyebrows rose in mild surprise, but he grinned and slammed the book closed, tossing it carelessly onto the floor beside the sofa. "Alright gorgeous?"