Hello, and welcome to The Assorted Thoughts of Remus John Lupin. This is the first of an indefinite number of pieces that I wanted to write and put up here, but that didn't quite constitute stories in their own right. They're all going to be from the point of view of Remus, at varying points in time in his life. I'm hoping to keep the rating at K+, but the one that I think will be next is a little darker, so I might have to bump it up to T. I don't know how often this will be updated, but I should put number two up sometime soon. I hope you enjoy it, and on with the show. Oh, and Remus and the others are not my own invention. Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for this wonderful (dare I say magical?) world.

There is a place and time for everything, and Remus thinks that socks are a good example. They are always the first articles of clothing he puts on when he gets dressed in the morning. They are a constant source of warmth and comfort, and a refreshing change from the cold of the lavatory floor. Another appropriate time for socks is when he's sitting by the window. There's a bit of cool air from outside, and it's far enough from the fire to not have its friendly flames flickering at him, so Remus always likes to have socks on when he sits there.

But socks, like many things, are not for all occasions. In the hospital wing, for example. Madam Pomfrey always tries to pile bedcovers on top of him and such, worrying that he'll catch a fever from being out in the night air, on top of his self-inflicted wounds. He's willing to put up with that, but he always draws the line at socks. He thinks that they're sweaty, stupid things if you already have that many layers. Another example is when he's lying in bed reading. Beds in general aren't places for socks, he finds. There's already so much warmth that any more would be unnecessary.

These thoughts took place sometime during third or fourth year.