Moony was tripping over his own feet, having to constantly suppress the urge of running to meet Sirius. The first week of school was always utterly, despairingly lonely. It would ease, of course, but having to adjust from spending entire days with Sirius to only seeing him in the weekends would never not make his heart ache.<br/>The woods were in full bloom, severely impairing Moony's visibility. The leaves were bright green and saplings his height were shooting up in the gaps he used to maneuver though the woods. Pressure had been building in his chest for the last week, and the density of the woods only seemed to amplify it.