Disclaimer: If I owned this, I wouldn't stop at Harry Potter, I'd own the rest of the world as well, in which case you'd have more important things to worry about than copyright violations. J
Author's Note: This is just a short drabble written for a vocabulary assignment that was so painfully easy, I had to make it fun. The requirements were to write an under 100 word story with the words squabbling, truce, courage, reigned, and satisfied.
What's a Werewolf Gotta do?
Remus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. This was getting ridiculous. James and Sirius had been squabbling for the past three hours with no truce in sight. Tonight they had gotten in a argument abut who was the self-appointed leader of the Marauders. Normally this would have been entertaining, but it was now midnight and Remus could tell Peter wanted to go to sleep, as did he. Working up his courage, Remus waited for a brief pause in the argument (Those two had to breathe at SOME point!) and took the opportunity to holler, "SHUT UP!" Silence reigned. "WHAT'S A WEREWOLF GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE?!" "Erm-- Sorry, Moony." James whispered. With a satisfied sigh coming from Peter's bed, Remus slowly fell asleep.
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