At the sound of his voice Remus looked up. A grin made its way onto his face, he couldn’t remember the last time he had spent proper time with James and was glad to see his fellow Marauder. He shifted a bit in his chair, his hand moving over the page of his book gently. “The cold is rather horrible.” He admitted followed by a sigh. Remus had a feeling that if he didn’t wake up with a fever and sick he wouldn’t have felt so bad. But being sick with the soreness and pain from the full moon on top of it- Well, it left him feeling pretty horrible indeed.
He moved his head and rested it against the back of the chair some, his bandaged hand going up to rub at hi forehead some. “How are you though, Prongs?”
“That’s unfortunate,” James said, grimacing in sympathy. He knew his friend usually felt like utter rubbish this time of the month, and that he’d ended up with a cold so close to the moon was the worst luck James had ever heard of. “I’m sure you could get a Pepperup from Pomfrey if you wanted.”
He crossed his legs in the chair and ran his hand backwards through his hair as he relaxed. His voice wasn’t as confident or as cheerful as his words when he next spoke. “Me? I’m swell, Moony. Lestrange is dead, Lily’s my girl, the lads are back. Ace.”
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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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