Though James had already called the stranger by the name of<span style="font-style: italic">Sirius</span>it was only at the repetition Remus understood the weight that it carried. Despite all instincts, he glanced over his shoulders, up at his workspace.<br/>When his attention returned onto the supposed star, Remus felt the overwhelming urge to kick both him and James out for the night. There was such an ingrained discomfort in even the thought of a millenia-old being standing before him, even less so a celestial one.<br/>Remus had to actively remind himself of the absurdity of the claim.<br/>“You’re Sirius, the star?” he asked, forcing a tone of incredulity into his tone, though it was meeker at best. “How are you here?”