“You sure Jones said no dung bombs?”

He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Prefects had no curfew, but Sirius did and as a result, Remus wound up accompanying Black to this entirely ridiculous affair. “I’m sure, Sirius.” He dared not to ask what had his friend brought instead—the brown package Sirius was now gingerly placing outside the Ravenclaw Common Room looked forbidding enough as it was.

“She’s going to skin you alive, y'know,” Remus said, as Sirius stood up.

He snickered. “Your concern is touching, Moony.”

“And your lack of it is embarrassingly disconcerting, Padfoot.”