"No - well, yes - I wasn't, not really," Remus said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "At least, I shouldn't have been. I was trying to study." He gestured at the books and parchment around him and sighs.
Remus moved gingerly to the end of the bed and leaned against the headboard before really looking at James. Something about his friend seemed distinctly off, and Remus wondered if James had come to talk about it or blow off steam.
"What brings you to our humble abode, oh Great Head Boy?" Remus asked, a smirk forming on his lips.