His face was a bit pale and clammy, but he still looked ten times better than Remus probably did. “You’re so good at stuff, Moony.” He slurred, leaning heavily on Remus’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” Remus grunted, “Picking locks and holding my drink.”
“And magic.” Sirius murmured, sleepily.
“Yeah, we’re wizards, idiot.”
“I’m good at magic,” Sirius sighed, “But you, like… are , magic, y’know?”