Remus was curled up in the chair next to the fireplace with a book in his lap. His skin was pale and large dark circles were under his eyes. It was the look he would carry for days after the full moon though this time it was worse because he had woken up sick. He knew that there was no way he would be able to make it through a day of class. Which explained why he was still in his pajamas. His eyes gazed over the words on the pages but he really didn’t take them in. There was too much on his mind. His hand played the dogeared pages, brow furrowed in thought.
It seemed that the worse of his thoughts always came after the moon. Almost as if the realizations that he pushed away were brought to the surface as he thought about his humanity. The end of the school year was only months away and then they would be out in the real world. They would have to defend and support themselves and that terrified Remus.
Would Sirius still want to be with him once they left school? What would become of Remus? While his friends were out getting jobs and pursuing their futures he would be at home. There were strict laws on werewolves being able to work and they few people that would let them treated them horribly. Hardly paying them anything- Remus pressed his eyes closed for a moment. All his friends seemed to have something for them, James, Sirius, Lily- All of them could make something out of their lives and then there would be him. Remus. No job. No money. Maybe if he was lucky he would still have Sirius.
His heart ached at the very thought.
Remus took a few deep breaths and a round of coughs racked his still sore body. He heard the portrait swing open and Remus quickly opened his eyes and turned his attention back to the book in his lap.
They hadn’t spent time together in ages. Not as a cohesive group. Sirius and Remus had each other, and James had Lily, and Peter was always off doing - well, god only knows what Peter was off doing, really - and between homework and Lestrange and mid-year vacations, they hadn’t had any time at all to just be The Marauders. The carefree, mischeivous boys they’d been (for the most part), up until this year.
It was with these depressing thoughts in mind that James climbed through the portrait hole, eyes immediately falling on the form of his good old mate, Moony. James gave a weak smile at the sight, knowing that he was still hurting but glad to see him nonetheless. Where he had been headed to the dorms to amuse himself with Quidditch plays or summat, suddenly a better opportunity presented itself.
He’d missed Remus. And not just while he was in Thailand.
“‘Lo Moony,” James smiled quietly at him, so different from his usual grin, and took a seat in the armchair next to him. “How’s the - er - cold, then?”
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“That’s unfortunate,”...sympathy. He knew...friend usually...
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At the sound of his voice...looked up. A grin made its way onto his face, he couldn’t...
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