They stand there, staring at each other’s wands, and Remus remembers the last time Sirius and he had squared off like this. The last time Sirius had kicked him out. Neither had cast any spells that time (at least, not at each other), and Remus doubted any would be cast today, but it’s a sobering realisation, that what had taken over a year during a war had only taken over a month post-war. (Post–Lily and James.)