Sirius frowned, trying to remember and then wondering if what he came up with were just his own imagination filling in blank spots. "I'm sure it'll come back to me," he said with far less certainty than his words suggested.

Whatever he did and didn't remember, Remus wasn't yelling at him. He'd take that over remembering watching television. Sirius knew better than to take Remus's neutrality as a good sign but could anyone blame him for holding onto hope now that he was capable of the feeling?

"What were you going to cast if it didn't work?"