Remus always thought that he got the wrong name. Moony.
Sirius was the real moon. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. Navy around the rim and they grew lighter the closer to the pupil they were.
When he smiled, oh when he smiled, you could tell that he was so happy that the sun couldn't compare. Though the sun is bright, the moon is beautiful. The moon doesn't burn you like the sun does.
Right now it's almost midnight and he was staring at the moon. It shined and was so beautiful.
But, then again, the moon hurt. Every full moon hurt. Was the beauty worth the pain? Or should he just suffer through it?
He sighed.
It was time to go back to the Hospital Wing. Before he ended up getting yelled at and forced into bed.