Who: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin.
Where & When: Hogwarts -> Hogsmeade -> and Back.
What: A rescue mission for a mouse.
Rating: A pre-emptive PG for Language? (cough sirius cough) Otherwise I don't think there's nothing special.


There was something wrong with Sirius. There just had to be. That just wasn't a proper conversation to have, best friends or not best friends. At least he'd managed to curtail it before it got out of hand, he was relieved, and he snapped the journal shut without even waiting for the ink to dry, just in case Sirius wanted to try and force in his last word about it. It'd take a few minutes to get downstairs, and hopefully by that point something shiny would have distracted him. Remus was getting off his bed and stretching, leaving the journal and the half-finished essay he'd been working on as well, before running a hand haphazardly through his hair.

There was a second there where he was worried that Sirius really was upset with him, although it'd passed quickly enough that he wasn't too concerned. Even if it niggled in the back of his mind a little. That was all. As he worked on getting on a pair of sneakers that wouldn't mind going through a bit of mud, he thought briefly about if he should grab James' cloak before going, although overall he was of the mind that it'd be all the more exciting if they might get caught, and thought that Sirius would probably agree with him. Besides, he didn't want James to be upset for them using his cloak on a mission he didn't sanction.

He'd thought to grab his jacket before he headed down the stairs, in case it was chilly (probably more so in whichever dungeon exit they'd be using than outside), and it only took a few minutes before he was coming into the Great Hall, looking around absently for his friend and heading towards the Gryffindor table. Once he'd seen him, there was an easy smile on his face and he gave a quick nod, raising his hand in a half-hearted wave.

"You ready?"