"Don’t look,” “I’m not looking, you’re covering my eyes,” “Close them,” *slight rustling* “Moony, what are you doing? You should be resting,” “I’ll rest in a moment, alright open them now,”
A few feet away from Sirius was a piano and standing next to it was Remus, a slight grin on his face. He was awkwardly playing with his sweater sleeve, “James told me that you used to play piano, so uh, we managed to convince professor Mcgonagall to bring a piano here,”
Sirius walked in front of the piano and pushed down a key, it played perfectly. It somehow sounded even more beautiful than the one Sirius had played as a kid, “I-” He pulled the black wooden stool and sat on the cushion. Sirius looked at Moony with the sort of, ‘shocked yet thankful’ kind of plastered onto his face. “I love it, Remus,” “Go on Pads, try it.” Sirius froze for a second. “W-what? Play now? I might’ve gotten rusty, ''Don’t worry Pads. I’m sure you’ll be great” The tall boy said, walking to his respective bed. His upper body was completely flat on his bed, his arms stretched out reaching both ends of his bed.
Sirius started to warm up, playing a few notes at a time. Then he started to play a beautiful melody. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Remus smiling with every note he played. With every other note, he drifted off slowly to sleep. His fingers perfectly pressed each key, creating that melody.
The raindrops fell onto the window, synchronizing with the piano. Describing the feeling was hard, for it was so unique. But if Sirius were to describe it in one word, it would be beautiful.