Remus could tell Sirius was looking at him, making him intermittently glance up at him as he filled the paper. It made it difficult to keep a smile entirely off of his face, though the pace and subject of the conversation felt a little intimidating still.<br/>“Well, I’m jealous of that part,” he allowed himself, ducking his gaze to his hands as he rolled the paper between his thumbs. Privately, he wasn’t surprised Sirius had merited himself a scholarship, but perhaps that it had even been offered to him, from what he could make out.<br/>“You used to go to galas and still you didn’t pay full price to go here?” he pressed, the harshness of his words diluted by a glint in his gaze, looking at Sirius overtop the half-made spliff as he ran the edge of the paper across his lip.<br/>Ducking his eyes, he finished rolling the paper shut over itself.<br/>“Posh prick,” he added, but this time a laugh escaped him alongside it, the way he glanced back up at Sirius promising it was only a tease.