"I'm sorry, Sirius," Remus said with a glare, "were you under the impression it was any of your business where I was? Because it isn't." And maybe he was being harsh, but it had been a rough night and he just wanted to sleep. Besides, Sirius had given up any rights when it came to the full moon when he had tried to use Remus as a murder weapon. "I made alternative arrangements. Now then, are we quite done?" And no matter the answer, in his mind they were.