Sirius stood in the hallway of Peter's little hideout with a sick feeling in his gut. He'd only gone to check, no real reason. He'd had a free moment, and he hadn't checked on Peter in awhile; he kept forgetting that he couldn't trust Remus to do it anymore. Not since the screaming match after the last Order meeting, during which they had gone through an entire laundry list of slurs at one another - halfblood inbred liar self-absorbed werewolf murderer traitor traitor traitor - and which Remus had ended by telling him to stay away from James and completely ruining Sirius" comeback by Disapparating on the spot. (Sometimes Sirius hated magic.) Only, no one had answered when he knocked on Peter's door, so he'd let himself in with the spare key, figuring he'd find Peter asleep, maybe make the poor sod some tea and steal his Daily Prophet.