It had been a year, hadn't it? The time had practically flown by, which Sirius thought was pretty wild, considering that it hadn't felt that long at all. Time flies when you were having fun -- that was the Muggle saying, wasn't it? And despite how small this little town could be, how sometimes sleepy, Sirius was having fun. A hell of a lot more fun than they'd be having back home, he knew that much for sure. That way lead to only heartbreak and death and while he occasionally felt bad for not wanting to go home and trying to fix things --
Well. They were here and he didn't have much say in the matter, anyway. Even if he did, he liked this. Here. With Remus.
He was doing this thing where he would hold all of Remus' hand, and then drop off by a finger at a time until he was only holding one finger, and then he would add one back on until it was his whole hand again -- and then he'd repeat the process. It was a good fidget, even if to anyone who wasn't Remus, it'd probably be annoying.
"Dunno," he said, reaching for the first door they came across to open it, "I'd maybe like a good fight." Because of course he would. But when he opened it, it was like the universes were all aligned and in the favor of these two particular Marauders because what they was was not ghosts or flesh eating monsters, but instead a brightly colored room with giant displays of chocolate bars all over. "Oh, Remus," he said in awe, eyebrows lifting.