"Well that's just patently untrue," said Remus, managing a companionable eyeroll. (Remus ascribed religiously to the idea that, of the two of them, Sirius was the only good-looking one.) He tried not to throw yet one more look over his shoulder into the mirror. He was fidgeting like he usually only did right before a full moon: the tics of being uncomfortable in his own skin. "But if you say so… I guess I'm ready to go."