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Come off it. Tell me, instinctively, what would you do. Any idea?

[He exhales sharply and runs a hand over his face.]

I don't know. Probably . . . oh, I don't know. Try to kiss her outside her door sometime.

[He laughs--not at Remus, per se. Just a laugh.]

You dog. Going right for the action, eh? Bold, very bold--not precisely what I expected of you--and you aren't afraid that will scare her off?

[He scowls and glances away.]

Of course I am. I'm bloody terrified-- but I don't know what else to do.

You do know that girls generally like to be kissed by boys that fancy them. Who they reciprocatvively fancy.

I already kissed her, if you don't remember. And that didn't turn out so well.

Right. And did you miss the bit where she fancies you, or...

You do'nt know that. Not for sure.

Except I basically do. I mean, it's a little obvious.

Not to me.

'Course not to you, you're too close. Proximity makes it difficult to see--and anyway, your eye isn't trained for spotting that sort of thing. Mine is.

[He sighs.]

I suppose it hardly matters right now, does it?

[A beat--but a very brief one, because Sirius isn't going to let that deter him for long. Nor will he let Remus be deterred.]

Shut it, Lupin, we're looking toward the future. Honestly.