Remus J. Lupin

Remus didn't know what to do. It had been almost a week since Sirius had come to visit, and Remus just couldn't stop thinking about it. He liked Sirius, he was fairly certain. And if he went by his recent dreams, he really liked Sirius. He couldn't stop thinking about the way their mouths fit together or the feeling that would go down his spine whenever Sirius made a noise. It was rather obnoxious, really. And what was even more obnoxious was how much Remus just wanted to see Sirius again.

Oh Merlin. He really was hopeless, wasn't he?

Remus was lazing on his bed. He hated the summer holidays. He absolutely hated them. His parents kept him cooped up inside and his only way of communicating with James or Sirius was through letters. Which they were both awful at writing. They were either incredibly short or ostentatiously long and made no coherent sense. Even Remus had trouble understanding his two best friends sometimes. Sirius' last letter had mentioned something about a motorcycle and kidnapping Moony, but he really thought Sirius was drunk when he wrote it.

So, Remus had replied and had nothing else to do but laze on his bed and wait for the reply.