15. Room

Sirius sighed as he reclined on his dorm room bed, hands under his head as he stared at the ceiling.

It was a peaceful sort of sigh. He could hear James's steady breathing as he slept nearby, along with the light skritch-skritch of Remus's quill across the parchment he worked on by wandlight.

He thought of his room at home, or rather his parents' house (it never felt like "home" to him), covered in rock band posters and pictures of bikini-clad girls. He liked the pictures, but they were meant to annoy his parents.

This room... This one felt right.