Unable to restrain it, Remus’ brows quirked, seeming to be humoured by Black’s comment. He wondered if it was a general statement, or maybe one made on Remus’ behalf. He certainly had never experienced Black exhibit a moment of doubt when it came to the validity of his thesis; that had proved to be the greatest downside of their shared accomodation, knowing how easily Black prepared himself to excel in class.<br/>Remus was bittersweet with jealousy.<br/>“Fingers crossed it does,” he mused quietly, a silent prayer for both of their theories - or his, at the very least - to be fruitful.<br/>He stuffed the loose sheets he was working on into an already full bound notebook, allowing himself a rest. As if on cue, he rubbed his eyes again.<br/>“I think I’m gunna go get dinner,” he warned as though a parting remark, letting his hands brush up and over the crown of his head, before falling back onto the tabletop.