Hey, sorry about the longer wait for this one, university life has once again caught up with me, as in, the need to go out every week, coupled with the reading for seminars = less time to write fanfiction. Not to mention my new found love of Sherlock Holmes (Holmes/Watson. Yum.) So enjoy...

James tried to calm down, he really did. But, he found, it's quite hard to calm yourself when your best friends are completely in love with each other, both being complete idiots about it and, when you try to help, the girl you loves comes and shouts at you, calling you the scum of the earth, just because she doesn't really understand what the hell was going on. And this just kept going round and round his head, until he reached the dorm room, still in a rage.

Taking one last, futile, attempt at a calming breath, he turned the doorknob, hoping to finally sort this all out...only to find that the door was locked. Silently cursing Moony and his god-damned locking spells, and his god-damned ability to make them so strong, he began to bang heavily on the door frame.

"Moony? For Merlin's sake, Moony, can you just let me in?!" James shouted, anger getting the best of him, "Look, we need to talk. You need to talk. And if you don't open the door for me, I'll knock it down. And if that doesn't work, I'll knock the bloody wall down, and blame you!" He carried on, in a desperate attempt to convince the boy on the other side of the door to open the damn thing.

"Moony, don't even try to pretend you aren't there, I can hear you. And you have three seconds. Three....Two....O-" at that point, finally, there was the unmistakeable click from inside. Shaking his head, James tentatively opened the door. Stepping inside, he closed it behind himself, casting the same spell Remus had before. Looking around, he found the boy he was looking for, sitting, red-eyed, on his bed.

"Moons," James began, stepping towards the boy. What had happened with Sirius had obviously upset him greatly, and it was times like this that James hated being the 'emotionally supportive' one of the group. Sitting down next to Remus, he carried on, "Moony, look...I know this is hard for you. I...I think it's hard for everyone. But...ok...umm..." He trailed off. He really did have no idea where he was meant to go with this one. Deciding to approach it from another angle, he tried again.

"Ok. Moony. Look, I just got shouted at, almost bloody murdered for Merlin's sakes, by Evans because you're upset, and apparently that's my fault...Or so she thinks. Because we're not being supportive enough. That's...That's not true is it? Moony? You don't think that? Because, you know, I don't care. And I told you that...And..." He trailed off, looking at the slight smile poking through Remus' obviously dark mood. James was kind of glad, hell, he was very glad (the only person worse than Sirius in a mood was Moony in a mood), and, taking comfort he wasn't likely to be punched in the face, he put an arm around Remus' shoulders.

Remus wiped some of the tears from his eyes. Moving his face to look at James, for the first time, he smiled again.

"She...she almost murdered you?" James nodded fiercely, "Well...what did she say?" Remus continued, biting his lip.

"That you deserved better friends than us, because we are stupid enough to judge you on who you happen to like."

"Oh...what did you say to that?"

"I told her not to be so stupid, and I don't care who you like..." James trailed off at the disbelieving look on Remus' face, "Ok, so, I may be paraphrasing..."

"Paraphrasing how much?" Remus enquired, intrigued.

"Umm...well...I may have told her that she doesn't understand us at all. And that I wouldn't give a fuck if you liked hippogriffs. Both of which are true. Well, kind of. I mean, I would still like you if you were into hippogriffs, but, I may, and I repeat may suggest to you to get help. I mean, that is still kind of weird."

Remus chuckled, but sobered up quickly. "You may not care, Prongs, but Padfoot obviously does..." he trailed off, turning his gaze to the floor once again.

"Mate," James began, once again at a loss for words. "Mate, he's just...he's just being a bit of an idiot at the moment. And it really is about him being an idiot, not him not liking you....it's...he's...he's just being the worlds biggest prat at the moment..." James finished quietly, knowing that this didn't help at all. He cursed himself inwardly, not understanding how he could be so good at knowing exactly what Sirius needed to hear, and have no idea what to tell Remus in this sort of situation.

"Seriously," he continued, knowing that his previous statement had been no help at all, "seriously, Moony, you just...Sirius just needs some time, you know, to brood a bit...and," he paused, thinking seriously over what he was about to say, "and, if he is still being a big huge prat, then does he really matter? If...if he doesn't care about you because you like 'someone', then...then he's not worth your trouble..."James bit his lip, hardly believing what he had just told Remus. True, Sirius did just need a little while to brood (something that wouldn't be much longer, if James had anything to do with it). But, James knew, he also would not be likely to get over the state he'd got himself in over Remus, Sirius was in love with him, James knew it, and Sirius would not give up his ignoring of Remus as long as he thought that it was helping.

"But he is." Came a quiet voice, breaking through James' thoughts. Looking to the small boy, James let out a breath he hadn't realised that he had been holding.

"He is?" He enquired, a small hope rising in his stomach as he said it. A slight smile began to play on his lips at Remus' tiny nod. "Why?" he asked quietly, "You can tell me, Moony, I won't care. I'll still like you. You'll still be a Marauder, no matter what." James added encouragingly, squeezing Remus' shoulder slightly. The reply he received was so quiet, James wasn't sure he heard correctly. "Come again?"

"It's...It's him. That I...It's him. It's always been him..." Remus replied, almost as quiet as before.

Try as he might, James couldn't keep the smile off of his face, though he did just about manage to hold in the laughter, he knew laughing at the moment really wouldn't help the situation, but still, the smile itself was enough for Remus to take a sharp intake of breath, a look of complete fear (and, was that anger?) on his face.

Backtracking quickly, James attempted to be pre-emptive towards the reaction Remus was sure to come out with in mere seconds. "Look, Moony, I'm actually quite glad. I mean, you've both been complete idiots about this whole thing, I'm not going to lie, but..." James sighed, "But, just let me talk to him. We can sort this out. And trust me. He really doesn't hate you. Not at all. So, please, please, please, just let me talk to him. I won't tell him, I promise, but, I think I may be able to sort all of this shit out. Please?"

James waited for Remus' minute nod before moving off the bed, and walking towards his trunk. "I won't be long, mate," he added, once he had retrieved the map, searching it for the little black dot marked 'Sirius Black', "really, this'll be sorted out before you know it." With a final grin to the werewolf, who, though looking apprehensive, was definitely looking happier than he had when James had entered the room, he unlocked the door, and headed out to find Sirius.

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