InsaneJournal

Who: Sirius and Remus^knap
What: Well, they need to talk about the playground world too.
When: A good while after Remus' talk with colour!Sirius
Where: Sirius' Unit
Warnings: Nah



Things hurt less at the age of sixteen. He didn't have a complete knowledge of how his life had panned out and how people expected it to pan out years later. He didn't have a road map that was supposed to guide his experiences. Expectations were not present and he had been able to just enjoy being young. He was carefree in those few days and genuinely happy, for he had gotten the one thing he wanted at that age. And yet, as soon as his memories were in tact, he had come close to sheer panic, afraid that those few days had destroyed months of joy without someone else. When it was evident this was not the case, and he had calmed to a point, he was able to venture onto the journals.

Hogwarts. Oh, goody.

Still, he knew he couldn't avoid things. Not anymore. There was no avoiding the Sirius of his youth and his world. He had a feeling they were going to have more than a few things to speak about, which was why he did not refuse the proposition of talking. Still, he was anxious, uncertain where this was going to lead. He just hoped Sirius was okay.

He knocked upon the door, taking a step back. No longer did he look like a sixteen year old boy, in second hand clothes that were just slightly too big for him. No, he was back to his ironed slacks and pressed shirts, a hat resting on his head. Suave Moony. An entirely different man, molded by twenty three years of experience and travels. "Sirius," he spoke allowed to indicate whom was awaiting an answer, "it's Remus."