It was one of those very rare times when Sirius actually had somebody to spend time with him in this dull family's house that he hated so much. After months of wandering around in dark halls, dreaming about nothing else but see and feel sun touching his pale skin, this little drinking time with his best friend seemed like the best thing in the world. Sirius laughed loud, though because of a very long time spent in dog's for his laughter still reminded barking - and after all there weren't many chances for him to laugh at all. Calming down a bit and taking a sip of firewhiskey, Sirius decided that he had enough of talking, and now pleasantly decided to let Remus share his memories.

"That Mathilda girl..." He barked again, nodding and taking one more sip of the drink, feeling already slightly dizzy. "I bet she had troll genes. At least she always looked like one, and generally.. The way she's been thinking leads to that perfect idea of mine too!" He carefully pushed his dark curly hair away from his face and then sighed, piercing his eyes into fire dancing. A small smile made it's way across his face as Sirius sighed softy. His look was slowly getting filled by both - sadness and happiness. He shook his head, more for himself, and looked back at the werewolf who's been his best friend through all the years at Hogwarts. A smile became little wider - after thirteen years in Azkaban and all those lonely months of wandering around his mother's house, Sirius understood better than anybody else, what does it mean being lonely. Because of such an experience he was appreciating Remus even more.

Sirius blinked fast as he realized his best friend went silent. Because of being slightly drunk he didn't get his words completely at first, but now he understood what he said. He tilted his head to side in a very dog manner and still blinking confusingly asked. "Hm? What do you mean?" Things were starting to get even more interesting than just lovely talk about their years spent at Hogwarts.