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Date: January 24th, 2001
Setting: Remus' and Sirius' bedroom
Status: Private - Remus, Sirius
Summary: Some secrets ought to come out of their closets.



Weeks ago he acquired a music player, left behind near the front desk, and after a slow period of time the player made its natural progression to the bedroom. It played cassettes, and the only one it possessed was one, inexplicably, of Queen, although the label held an unsubtle label declaring it The Beatles. It wasn't that he minded; it was just that he didn't quite understand what was so wrong with Queen that it had to be mislabelled.

Remus had been quietly reading, enjoying his evening off work. The day had been spent mostly asleep, and in the night Sirius disappeared, vague about where he was off to. He half-wondered if he was going to spend the entire night alone, or if Sirius would crawl into bed at ten past three in the morning, sodding drunk.

He had been.

The music was still going softly as the door burst open.

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Sirius wasn't even remotely sodding drunk, although he sort of wished he was. He slammed the door open angrily and burst into the room, but frankly he didn't have any fucking idea how to begin this conversation, or even how he should feel. He knew he was pretty damn angry, but he wasn't quite sure who it was that he was angry at.

He shut the door behind him and crossed his arms.

"Remus. Would you mind telling me who the fuck is Roman?"