Moony glanced over at Sirius, heart breaking at the sheer happiness on his friend's face. With some effort, he managed to return it.<br/>"Yeah," he breathed, quick to look down again. It made his stomach turn finding that, for the first time in years, Moony was uncertain whether or not Sirius would begin the term with full board at the school. It had never seemed like Sirius would have that need, but the balance seemed to tip, Sirius appearing more and more discontent whenever he was home. Moony didn't dare ask clarifying question.<br/>He dotted the location of his own house in relation to the edge of the woods.<br/>"Tomorrow," Mooney mused, as he this time drew a rough depiction of the areal view of their area. The organic shape of the forrest being drawn as a line in the snow. He wasn't sure how his reply had been intended; probably reassuring, but even to his ears it sounded bitter and melancholic.