[Her room is covered - papered - in sheets of handwritten math notes, music compositions that are half finished, and there are pillows everywhere - on the bed, on the floor, lodged up between things. It looks like a giant nest as much as anything, really. Her violin is tucked in a corner and there's a photograph of a handsome blonde boy in an origami frame on her nightstand.
It's her space. It's safe. Sirius has been there before, so she knows Remus can find her - and she opens the door just before he gets there, peering out, and letting him in. She looks exhausted, her hair is tied back, and she's wearing her jumpsuit like pajamas.
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It's her space. It's safe. Sirius has been there before, so she knows Remus can find her - and she opens the door just before he gets there, peering out, and letting him in. She looks exhausted, her hair is tied back, and she's wearing her jumpsuit like pajamas.
When he comes in she gets her slate.]
Hi, sorry about the mess.