"Right, of course it didn't," Remus said agreeably, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. He sighed, "And I'm not mad, Sirius. I would, however, like to go and have a sleep. I'll eat when I wake. Have a nice morning, Padfoot."

Feeling the weight of exhaustion, Remus darted off towards the exit, leaving behind one quietly swearing Sirius Black.