________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Remus didn't even consider taking off his boots as he barged into the apartment at around 7pm. In an indelicate movement, he let his book back slide off his shoulders and down to the entrance floor. The scrub shirt stuffed in it muffled the thud of the school books in it. "Anybody here? I need a hand."<br/>Remus had gone straight from class to work and was now wearing a mismatched set of baby blue scrub bottoms and a patterned sweater in an autumnal colour palette. Taking the hallway in a couple of long strides, Remus peered through every open door he came across; Remus was, as always, pleased to find Sirius' door open wide, and the other inside.<br/>"Do you have a minute to help me out?" Remus asked, both his face and voice slightly flushed by how own urgency. "I need a hand carrying a bed frame up here."