or say we're only dreaming;

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[ remus is supposed to be studying. it's less than two weeks to OWLs and his grades are important--he's already got enough proving himself to be done on top of his monthly little problem, let alone with the simple and right idea that school is for, well, studying.

that is something he thinks padfoot--sirius--is not exactly familiar with.

and yet (and yet) remus will do pretty much anything for his friends, the other marauders. he may often be the voice of reason, but he's just as willing to participate in a little mischief, particularly when given the proper nudge by one sirius black, but that's not to say that he isn't bringing his studying along. though the big black dog known as padfoot is most certainly about, remus himself is sitting up against a tree with a book in his lap, quill out as he highlights a couple lines. the lights have given the place a fairly mythical glow, and he'll admit--it is nice.

when he spots sirius frolicking this time, chasing a firefly or something similar, remus can't help the warm looking smile on his face as he taps the grass beside him. ] Alright, come on then, you.

[barghest]

[ When prompted, sometimes Sirius will let Remus be to work on his studies. This is one of those times, at least long enough where Remus will get a fair amount done if he doesn't succumb to his innate fondness for mischief of his own. He knows his Moony, after all. Dragging him out of his mountain of books will so frequently incite him into either sighing or joining in his and James' shenanigans.

The lights help, in the end. They're good for reading outside, and things seem overall peaceful right now. He's behaving himself while Remus reads, because if he doesn't let him he'll probably have a heart attack about his studies and the upcoming OWLs.

But as he chases after the bugs that dance through the air-- or pixies, he's not sure which, he thinks one tried to yank his ear off earlier when he pounced it-- Remus' voice perks his ears and he turns his head. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, he bounds over to him on large paws, drawing to an abrupt stop so that he can press close to his side. ]