Remus didn’t turn when the door opened, having come to expect the coming and going of a dorm mate; he did, however, hum when spoken to, a vague acknowledgement that he was paying attention.<br/>“Yeah,” he said, though his eyes remained on the paper before him, continuing the sentence he had started on.<br/>Even if they had gone on break for Christmas, Remus had spent the day actually working on a draft, rather than another endless stream of equations and calculations, encouraged by Mulligan’s suggestion to seek out an internship.<br/>Fearing that Sirius would not go on unless prompted, Remus glanced in his direction, not wanting to give the other the impression that he was intruding.<br/>“What’s up?” he asked, eyes already back on his work.