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Sirius tried to imagine his friend, locked inside an abandoned house, clawing at his own skin.

Remus’ skin was a patchwork of red and silver scars, some long healed and some fresh. There was no pattern, no rhyme or reason; they danced like lightning across his skin. Snape had acted like they were repulsive, but that wasn’t true—Sirius thought they were sort of beautiful. Harsh and unforgiving, but beautiful all the same.

What the others didn’t know was that he had come to his own, private decision: he was not going to let Remus leave Hogwarts. Even if it meant gagging James until he could knock some sense into the other boy’s head, Sirius was firm in his conviction that Lupin had to stay. He had to stick around long enough for Sirius to prove him wrong—to show him that he wasn’t a charity case

And who would listen to Bowie with him if Remus was gone?

Sirius continued to loop and swerve, trying to impress Remus from where he watched them on the stands.

David Bowie—that was the name of the artist. He stared at the picture on the album cover. Bowie stood with his leg hitched up and a guitar slung over one shoulder, clothed in an electric blue jumpsuit that was unbuttoned nearly to the waist. He was the coolest person Sirius had ever seen—his heart did a funny little flip, looking at him.

Who gave a toss about Reg? He had all the friends he needed anyway, right here at the Gryffindor table.

It had been a very confusing eavesdropping session, until Sirius figured out that “birds” just meant girls. Now, he felt very mature slipping the word into casual conversation.

Remus blinked at him. Bird?! Sirius was not the sort of boy who called girls ’birds’, he was far too upper class. Where on earth had he heard that?

it made Sirius feel sort of special that he was the only one Lupin had written to.

Reg was opening his mouth to say something, but Sirius slammed the door in his brother’s face.