Remus felt the corners or his lips being tugged into an unwitting smile. Some things never changed. "Heaven forbid that Sirius Black should ever have to deal with boredom," he intoned, shaking his head still.
Well, Remus was a strange person to seek when you were bored. Unless you enjoyed reading too. Then Remus would bring you reading, which was decidedly rather anti-social, because then there wouldn't even be talking.
Entertainment? Sirius was usually the one with the ideas.
Still, Remus tried to think of comething. Chatting was fine. Chatting Remus could do.
It was then that Remus remembered something Sirius had said on the scrolls. "Oh yes!" he exclaimed. "I've been wanting to ask you. Whatever did you mean on the scrolls? You just ran away when I asked you about it." Now Sirius couldn't run away.