Sirius wasn't the only one off returning from break. Albeit it was harder to tell with PEter. He was shy and quiet, very mousy compared to the other boys. Still, he is a bit quieter. His smiles not quite reachign his eyes. His movements more restrained and controlled. Speaking far less than before. Offering the vaguest of opinions when prompted. And the need to clean. To straighten things up. In those first few days he is a machine. Unconsciously picking up after the others. If they're a messy sort? They found all their things neatly put away without them having done it. Its not the House Elves doing it.

Like today. After class Peter had felt dirty and so had ended up returning before the others did and showered. Freshly showered he walked around the Tower room with his skin reddened from a harsh scrubbing, a salve soaking into his hands keeping the chapped skin from cracking and bleeding, barely. Thank you, Madam Prompfrey.

He picked up the discarded clothign fromt he morning, getting the room back to rights. Humming a hymn under his breath as he went. Just in loose jeans and a slightly too big muggle t-shirt. His curls dark and damp. Maybe a clean room would help Sirius out of his sad mood? And maybe the salve Pompfrey gave him for his hands would help Siri's bruises? Should he offer? Peter worried his dried bottom lip as he contemplated that, startlign a bit when someone entered. Sirius.

"Oh, hello," he said, giving another of those smiles that didn't quite reach his eyes. Looking nervous and skittish as she shuffled over to put the clothes he had gathered in a hamper.