[He's not good at words. He's not good at laying it all out for someone to understand things from a new perspective. He lets James and even Lily take on that, whenever it's necessary to do for Remus' sake. Does his best to sit next to his friend and sneakily rest his hand against his during class, instead. If he can't defend him with words, he can at least remind him he's not alone.
He can also, and does, keep a mental note of some of the particularly opinionated people in the class. Usually manages to find, somehow and coincidentally, a reason to get into a fight with said people. They're always quick things, usually have the other person scuttling away with embarrassment for losing so thoroughly or because they don't want to get into any additional trouble. Sirius has learned well from his parents how to make a hurt show up quickly and without being visible. Sirius has learned to take a great amount of pain so that his scuffles don't land him in the hospital wing. He usually fixes himself up or gets James to lend a hand, so Remus can keep having plausible deniability about Sirius' involvement in anything that'll wind up with him bruised. Most people, even if they end up in the hospital wing, tend not to want to name him because he always makes sure to let them know it'll just be worse next time if they do.
(He tries not to think of himself as his father or mother, when he says it. Tries to tell himself it's like with Regulus. He's protecting Remus. It doesn't make the blood-- metaphorical or the one that literally ends up on his knuckles-- feel like it's gone any faster.)
But he's still got a sharp, victorious smile as he slides in across from Remus at dinner. He's managed to clean the blood off his split lip, but he's going to need James' help later for the bruises across his chest. It has him wincing slightly as he settles in.
Still, his voice is chipper as he helps himself to food.]
D'you hear Reynolds got himself landed in the hospital wing? From an actual Muggle fistfight, even. I didn't know he'd deign t'stoop so low.
/shrugemoji
He can also, and does, keep a mental note of some of the particularly opinionated people in the class. Usually manages to find, somehow and coincidentally, a reason to get into a fight with said people. They're always quick things, usually have the other person scuttling away with embarrassment for losing so thoroughly or because they don't want to get into any additional trouble. Sirius has learned well from his parents how to make a hurt show up quickly and without being visible. Sirius has learned to take a great amount of pain so that his scuffles don't land him in the hospital wing. He usually fixes himself up or gets James to lend a hand, so Remus can keep having plausible deniability about Sirius' involvement in anything that'll wind up with him bruised. Most people, even if they end up in the hospital wing, tend not to want to name him because he always makes sure to let them know it'll just be worse next time if they do.
(He tries not to think of himself as his father or mother, when he says it. Tries to tell himself it's like with Regulus. He's protecting Remus. It doesn't make the blood-- metaphorical or the one that literally ends up on his knuckles-- feel like it's gone any faster.)
But he's still got a sharp, victorious smile as he slides in across from Remus at dinner. He's managed to clean the blood off his split lip, but he's going to need James' help later for the bruises across his chest. It has him wincing slightly as he settles in.
Still, his voice is chipper as he helps himself to food.]
D'you hear Reynolds got himself landed in the hospital wing? From an actual Muggle fistfight, even. I didn't know he'd deign t'stoop so low.