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“Yeah right,” Sirius drawled. “I bet you took it for a ride, thanks for not inviting me by the way, and now you need me to fix it,” he shook his head. “Remus, Remus, Remus, who would’ve thought,” he tsked.
“You ride around on enough motorcycles, Sirius. I thought it was my turn to have the fun– see what the fuss was about,” Remus played along instead of placing his counterargument or complaint. He’d quickly realized that Sirius didn’t quite live up to his name. Topics were often thrown around with him. Remus still itched to justify himself, but he knew that Sirius knew he hadn’t really done anything to the machine. The other was just riling him up. “I personally don’t see the pros of owning such a thing.”
















