With a loud *bang*, the door was shoved open roughly. A flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor, and a figure rushed into the Great Hall like a gust of wind. Looking breathless at the person reading the newspaper, he blurted out, "Did you see today's Daily Prophet? Peter is dead. That bloke actually died."
"Don't get so worked up, it doesn't suit you." Sirius Black looked up at his old friend, casually poured him a glass of Butterbeer, and gestured for him to drink up and catch his breath first. "I just saw it in the paper. They said Peter died of an illness in Azkaban Prison."
"This whole thing is suspicious," Lupin took a deep breath and said. "There's no way he'd just up and die of an illness in Azkaban so quickly. You know what I mean."
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