Remus’ smile widened at that; now that Sirius mentioned, Remus had realized so, at least in the sense that Sirius’ presence had felt suffocatingly constant at the start of the semester, often finding himself in the lunch hall with him.<br/>He allowed that recollection to remain private, meeting Sirius’ eye with a shadow of a smile as he took another slow inhale before thoughtlessly looking out into the darkness of the gardens, the vague contours further softening as smoke filled the space in front of him as he exhaled.<br/>“I’m working my way through school,” he felt compelled to share, words still visible in the curl of the smoke.<br/>Glancing over at Sirius, Remus figured as much must have been obvious to him. It made it all feel a little silly, making Remus’ smile turn sheepish, stretching to offer the spliff back to Sirius.