Remus schooled his features into what he hoped was an incredulous expression. "What an absolute waste of perfectly good cupcakes!" he said once he got over his initial stupor. The words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Of course, he realised how it sounded and flushed red. Sirius always knew Remus had a sweet tooth. It extended, naturally, to cupcakes. "I mean," he hastily corrected himself. "That's terrible. I don't think the first years would appreciate it."
He raised his head to look at Sirius, seeing the other boy's hair fall across his face. Remus had a sudden urge to tuck it back where it belonged. It was always a mistake to look directly at Sirius. The other boy had an uncanny ability to make Remus do whatever he wanted with just a simple look, or an unwitting gesture. Like this very instant, when Sirius was trying to look innocent, doing his best to convince his friend that throwing cupcakes at first-years was decidedly honourable. Remus bit his lip and told himsel mentally not to give in. "Why don't you go flying if you feel bored?" Remus asked, hoping to divert his friend's attention. Remus meant that Sirius should go flying alone of course. Remus never went near a broom if he could help it.