Remus / Sirius
"I don't move in any other way," Sirius said, and yeah, he'd seen Remus' pause, seen the hesitation and the worry there. But it really was just down the hall. They could see that far. It'd be fine. And Remus must have agreed eventually if he actually went with it.
He pressed a kiss to the tip of Remus' nose and then apparated with a crack to the end of the hall, wand out and ready to give a good alohomora to every lock he came up against.
The first few doors had nothing behind them but boring rooms, nothing special.
The third was... different. It had writing across the wall, big. Red. Sirius wasn't really sure it was anything remotely near crayon or paint. His fingers slid off of the doorknob and he stared for a long moment.
What the bloody hell was REDRUM meant to mean, anyhow?