With a sigh, Remus continues on to the bedrooms, starting with what had been his, wondering what Sirius might have done to it in the months after Remus had moved out. Opening the door, however, he discovers that Sirius had done absolutely nothing to the room; the wardrobe is still open from the hurried packing he’d done that night; the alarm clock that Sirius had thrown is still in pieces on the wall; even the bed is still rumpled as if someone had just woken up from it. Shocked and hit with the memory of that night, Remus staggers back and shuts the door, pressing his forehead against it, breathing ragged.