Remus blinked groggily. Last night was awful. It was a good thing it had been on a Saturday night, because it was one of the worst incidents in a while. After barely making it into bed, he had nightmares about James and Sirius deserting him, dreams about his dead mother, and dreams about eating Lily Evans. That last one had been particularly scary, seeing his mate's girl in a puddle of blood. He tousled his sandy brown hair, rubbing his face.
"Hey, mate! You're awake!" James called.
"Hmm? Oh, hey James. Where's Sirius?" Remus asked, as he climbed out of bed and into a fresh change of clothes. "He's right over there, how could you have missed him?" James teased, pointing to the drawn curtains of a red, four-poster bed. A deep snore rumbled from within.
Of course. Sirius never got up before—Remus glanced at his alarm clock. 10:30? That was awfully late. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Remus asked, glancing at James, who had somehow put his 'Gryffindor' sweater on backwards.
"I—mmph—had Quidditch practice at 7:00, and you were sleeping really soundly. I—rrgh—didn't want to wake you up after what happened last night," he replied, struggling to fix his jumper.
Oh. Remus tried to clear his mind of the terrible dreams as he pulled on a pair of jeans, his 'I Support Centaurs' t-shirt, and his favorite pair of red and gold Converse.
"What say we go get a late breakfast?" Remus asked. "Sure," replied James happily. "Should we wake Padfoot?"
Remus took one last glance at Sirius's snoring form before replying,"Nah." Together, he and James strolled out of the boy's dormitory, out of the common room and down the hall to breakfast.