Moony had debated all day yesterday whether or not he should do the trek to the hunting post. It had been hard realizing that the balance had finally tipped over to where Moony's company didn't out weight Sirius' tensions at home, and Sirius had stopped coming home regularly. Moony had spent still spent most weekends there; despite the void Sirius had left, Moony still found solace in their old hideout.<br/>When Easter came, and Moony knew for certain Sirius had been forced home, he didn't feel excited to see Sirius; not really, anyway. Sirius inevitable departure felt like to was already looming over them, and Moony didn't count on seeing Sirius again before summer break, months in the future.<br/>And yet, when Moony saw Sirius standing at the base of the hut, his heart flipped in his chest with the seer joyous familiarity of the sight. As Moony got a few steps closer, he realized what Sirius was looking at.<br/>"I fell through it," Moony replied to a question Sirius hadn't asked. The wood had been thoroughly rotten, Moony breaking through several steps after snowstorms had turned to heavy rains and left the ladder utter mush. He had fallen face down into the bushes, breaking his nose at the impact. Now well into spring, the cut had healed, leaving a crooked bump on the bridge of his nose and a fresh scar cutting across it where his skin had broken.<br/>"Hi Padfoot," he added with a shy smile, the excitement inevitably filling his chest.