Hi everybody! Sorry it's been soooo long but actual life got in the way of writing. I'm actually supposed to be doing homework now...ah well. This is just a random idea I had, that I thought I'd write...enjoy my insanity and procrastination!
~Prongs

"WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN LOUD!" Remus shouted at a group of first years, who had been talking in normal voices in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. The younger students stared at the seventh year with a mixture of fear and confusion on their faces.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT ME!" Remus shouted at them again. Now the more prominent expression on the children's faces was fear. It was obvious that Remus was stressed, as it was nearing the end of his N.E.W.T. year, and he was busy studying, and he wasn't thinking completely rationally.

"Umm Remus…Mr. Remus…sir…" one first year girl stammered, flustered under the furious glare that was now directed only at her. "We-we really weren't that loud…and we were only staring at you since you-you yelled at us…sir?" it was obvious that she didn't know how to address him, and nothing she said was making his fury ebb.

"Are you talking back to me?" he asked her in a cold, falsely calm voice, which was worse than his shouting.

"No! No Mr. Remus, sir! Not at all I was just-"

"Just what?" Remus asked, stalking towards the closely grouped, terrified children. His voice was low and dangerous, and had frightened the once-brave girl into silence. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" he yelled at her, furious again. He was only a few feet from the trembling cluster of children who found him terrifying, and it looked like he was going to strangle the girl who had challenged him.

"Come on Remus." A voice said from behind him, in a slightly amused, slightly chastising tone. When Remus didn't turn around, and merely kept glaring and growling at the first years, two people grabbed his arms, and James and Peter started dragging him away towards the direction of the portrait hole.

"Grrr! Let go of me!" Remus growled, and later the first years would swear that he had tried to bite the hands restraining him. "Nope!" James said, in an out of place happy voice, as Remus continued to struggle.

"Go on Remy." Sirius said, while poking him. Remus tried with renewed energy to lunge for Sirius, while James complained about Sirius provoking him.

Sirius turned back towards the first years as Peter and James led him away. "Don't mind him." He advised them. "It's his time of the month."

The cluster of first years looked at each other confusedly, as Remus' shouts of indignation directed towards Sirius slowly faded down the hallway.