Toast to a Lost Friend

Sirius Black, convicted murderer and illegal animagus, popped open a bottle of wine, and poured two glasses. Remus Lupin, werewolf and Sirius' remaining best friend, joined Sirius at the table, and took a glass. He raised it in a toast.

'To Peter Pettigrew,' he started, and Sirius looked at him in surprise, but raised his own glass nevertheless. He trusted Remus. If he couldn't, who was there left to trust?

'Best friend and Marauder, who unfortunately perished on this day fifteen years ago, leaving the Death Eater Wormtail in his place. Rest in peace, friend.' Remus finished.

'To Peter Pettigrew,' Sirius repeated.

They drank.