Hey, Prudence. Won’t you open up your eyes? Look around.
Sirius leaned against the wall, worrying his lip, worrying his hair, worrying his tie. Worried and restless and James was getting tired just watching him.
James finally snapped, “Oh, spit it out already.”
Sirius sighed. “Do you think he’ll be alright?”
No, he didn’t. He never really did know, and neither did Sirius, and that was the problem, wasn’t it. The only thing they were ever really sure of was that the following day, Remus would be having dinner with them at the Great Hall and they’d laugh about stupid things like Quidditch and Potions and Snape until the next month when it all started again and Sirius would worry and James would calm him down and Remus would spend another night in the hospital wing.
“It’s alright, Sirius. Stop worrying,” James finally managed to say. “He’s a marauder for Merlin’s sake. He’s got the balls for anything.”