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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

Autumn wasn't as pleasant as summer, he found. Autumn was still more pleasant in turn than the colder winter months where he found himself stuck inside of the castle much more than he would have liked, but it still paled in comparison to summer. Winter days weren't as enjoyable as those lazy summer ones, which were then conveniently followed by warm summer nights. Winter nights weren't as convenient, especially when one spent each month bounding through the Forbidden Forest after his furry friend. Perhaps those early term months weren't so bad then, he re-considered. They were warmer than winter and still highly comfortable to play Quidditch in. This was definitely the second best moment of the year when it came to his favourite sport, a season where the new Quidditch Tournament was about to commence. Unfortunately, owing to his lack of staying in one place over the summer, he found himself requiring some time to refine his skills upon a broom. And who better to help him than the aforementioned furry, yet insanely intelligent friend?

The thought might have seemed weird, since very few people had seen Remus Lupin on a broomstick since... ever, but Sirius was rather knowingly working upon a strength of his fellow Gryffindor. If there was something that he didn't know, Moony did. It was almost an unwritten law, like gravity or something. He circled the stands for a moment, before grinning almost without consciousness of doing so, it seemed almost natural to him to do so at the sight of one of the other three Gryffindor boys he spent his Hogwarts daily life with. The main flaw with his theory was that Remus himself had very little experience on a broom, or with anything to do with the practical side of the sport, but this didn't seem such a problem. If anyone had natural talent on a broom, it was James. Together, he figured, they would make a perfect flying coach.

Impatiently, he continued to hover just above the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, almost expecting this period of waiting to last much longer than normal and hating the idea. Stubborn and rash was deeply embedded in his personality, just as much as Remus might be described as calm and wise. But did wise really require so much intensive reading? Almost forgetting himself, his somewhat dogish nature slipped out in his protests, "Moony," he whined, waiting for his friend to acknowledge his presence. "You're supposed to be helping me out and you're reading a copy of Advanced Charming Charms or whatever else you geeky types read. Unless you're trying to chat up a Ravenclaw, that's not much use to anyone." Suppressing a grin, he struggled to maintain this serious, as opposed to his usual sirius expression.

[REMUS JOHN LUPIN]

One could never skip an opportunity to go outside in the autumn season, considering it was the best season after summer. Autumn meant that it would end up getting colder outside though the ability to wear sweatshirts was something worth dealing with the colder weather. Spring was not the same as Autumn given the fact that Remus would often get more sick in the Spring. When he was not out in the forbidden forest during a full moon, Remus spent his time in the castle, reading. There was a reason that the sorting hat almost considered him for Ravenclaw house given his abilities as a student. Also, his personality was similar to those students in that house. Despite the similarities, the sorting house believed that he would do best in the house of bravery. He has yet to really show any bravery among his house mates, given he would often stand by his friends as they picked on someone despite being a prefect. Sometimes, he would question as to why the hat thought he would best fit in Gryffindor compared to Ravenclaw though he never expressed these confused thoughts to anyone else except to the headmaster once. The headmaster had simply told Remus that he would perhaps see why the hat placed him in the house of bravery, later on in his life. One of his best friends considered him to be the biggest geek out of all of them. Sirius Black.

The two had met shortly after being sorted into the same house. At first, it seemed like an unlikely friendship given their personality differences. Sirius took to calling him a geek right off the bat, given the glasses that he would occasionally wear. It wasn't until Sirius and James both defended him against a slytherin that the boys grew closer in their first year. Peter was someone that Remus had met on the train and introduced him to the two other boys after becoming closer to them. Thus the marauders grew to be best friends by the end of their first year. A class that the four took in their first year was flying class. Flying class showed some differences amongst the boys. Sirius and James both appeared to have natural talents for it. Both were able to get through flying class with no problems. Peter was the one in the group that disliked quidditch in general and only bothered to attend the games to support his friends. Remus had showed some ability to atleast ride on the broomstick, no problem. It was the fact that he would not stay on it for long without losing control of it, plus he had no strengths. He had been encouraged to try out for the team by his two friends though was not much better at any position. For that reason, Remus rarely was seen on a broomstick, preferring to cheer for his house throughout all the games. Often time, he would read quidditch books and keep track of rankings.

With it being such a nice autumn day, Sirius had asked for Remus to help him with practicing for the upcoming Quidditch season. Remus hesistated at first until he realized that he had nothing to do throughout the day anyways. Also, he had not hungout with Sirius just one on one in quite some time. He had agreed and even went to the pitch before Sirius had made it there. Sitting in the stands, Remus was reading a book about charms. When he wasn't around his friends, he could often be found reading. Reading meant knowledge for him and considering he wanted to be a professor later on in life, he typically took to reading before anything else. Having not noticed his friend, he kept reading through the pages of the book. It wasn't until he heard the protests from Sirius, who was hovering nearby on a broomstick. Remus rolled his eyes and whined back, "Padfoot, you're late." The whine back was to mimic Sirius, considering they both were the 'canines' of the group. It wasn't a rude nature of his, mimicking, it was merely his sense of humor kicking in. While seen as the quiet one, Remus had no problem with humor. He said, "There is nothing bad about trying to chat up a Ravenclaw, my dear friend. Now if it was a Slytherin...then it would not be of much use to anyone." Standing up, he put the book down and grabbed the broomstick which had been laying down on the bench in the stands. It wasn't his own broom instead a school broom that some students would use, if they could not afford a broomstick. This was one of those cases where the student could not afford a broomstick.

[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

The moments between his last words and the eventual attention of his best friend seemed to pass like hours, as slow as the next and seemingly-never ending, although he knew himself to exaggerate on many occasions. Patience just wasn't a virtue that Sirius had managed to regulate or aquire to sufficient standards yet, he was far too impulsive and thrill-seeking to wait out the minutes where he was expected to sit there in silence. In these moments, which frequently appeared to him to be during classes and exams, he'd taken to staring at certain individuals to pass the time, unnerving some people and receiving some sharp disapproving glares from the green house. Of course these glares didn't particularly phase him, having years of experience of glares and frowns in his direction throughout his youth, but the glance from the professor had the potential to sway him from his method of distraction, given that it was a member of staff that he liked. Which usually meant that, ignoring the Quidditch referee who didn't make him wait for significant amounts of time before action, the person who managed to keep his eyes off unsuitable places in the room was nearly always his Head of House. Minerva McGonagall held a special spot in Sirius' heart, perhaps because she was firm, yet seemed to return the same affection although she did her best to hide it. He didn't see why she went to such effort, surely she knew that he knew her secret? But that was her personal charm - she never became overly familiar.

Today held similar issues for him. Minnie didn't happen to be hiding anywhere in the stands of the pitch meaning that his attention span was fading fast and catching onto something else. Sometimes, Remus would attempt to 'scold' him in some way or pretend that paying attention in Arithmancy classes was the most important factor in their lives for any career prospects in the future. He tended to wave this implied persuasive technique away, preferring to lean backwards upon his chair in exam halls than directly focus upon the materials provided. In this way, a criticism often made by several teaching staff in complaint was that he was too lazy, not committed enough to his studies and overall rather immature. But, was it really his fault that their lessons weren't appealing or interesting enough for him to pay attention to? The answer was yes, it seemed, through their various snappy responses in answer to his innocent question. Not that this new-found bossiness helped their cause, he remained just as fatally flawed in this area as always - he got incredibly bored of waiting things out.

When he caught the first few words from the mouth of his friend, he found himself relieved, but showing very little sign of it. Finally. "Did you just try to outsass me, Lupin?" He couldn't stop a familiar grin embracing his features as he looked upon the scruffier-looking boy. "And as I tell Minnie every time she says that, I'm never late. Everyone else was just early." Still with the same childish, yet somehow oddly charming grin upon his face, he nodded. "I'm glad you've parted yourself from the book. I thought we'd have to stage an intervention." He'd never understood Remus' love of reading, but then did Remus understand everything that Sirius felt or enjoyed? From what he'd experienced, he probably did. He had this uncanny way of knowing just what to say to people. Breaking away from the previously assumed position of a casual hovering just above the ground, he flew further into the air, expecting Remus to follow promptly. Truthfully, he wasn't as bad on a broom as he imagined, but who was perfect at everything? According to James, Lily Evans, he realised. But had anyone even seen her attempt to fly in the last four years? He doubted her talent on a broom for this very reason, having noted her presence in the stands next to Remus during many matches. Noted might have been the wrong word. James yelling "she's here!" at every opportunity into his ear when he was least expecting was far more accurate. "But, while we're here, Ravenclaw girls are too uptight. Go for someone more easy-going... and polite."