Bloody mother hen

“Merlin, Remus, do you have to make everything this difficult?” James’s tone softened, but the frustration lingered. “I’ve put up with Sirius throwing tantrums every week since we were eleven, Peter sulking like a kicked puppy whenever he feels ignored, and Regulus Black during finals season.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. “You’re the only one stubborn enough to fight me all the way to the bitter end.”At that, Remus’s lips twitched faintly, though he didn’t lift his head. “I’m not stubborn,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and barely audible over the quiet hum of the castle.