Once seated, Remus was straining himself to keep up with class, finding the board to swim ahead of his eyes. He sat leaned over the table, notebook open and pen in hand, and still it was difficult to even keep his attention from wandering.<br/>Catching himself drifting, Remus blinked, slow and exaggeratedly to counter his heavy lids, although finding it to be of little use. Defeated, he propped his chin up by his hand, barely settling in the posture before turning his head in his hand, peering over his shoulder at Sirius.<br/>Sirius didn’t look far better off, though there was a greater ease about him; Remus felt quite certain Sirius hadn’t even made an effort to take notes.<br/>It made Remus snicker, though his mouth remained covered by his palm, muffling the sound of a little, laughed snort.