Watching Moony
Here he is, yet again, finishing homework that's in for next week already. I really don't know why he bothers, I don't. But I suppose that's why I don't. I take a look at Moony's instead. Look at him, full moon in four days time and he's still working like a cart-horse, tiring himself out.
In a way, I suppose we all know why he does it. He's proving himself worthy of this place, Moony never feels worthy of this place, it's that little glimmer of sadness in his eyes even when he laughs. This is too much for him, too much for me and Peter and James. My point about Moony is that nobody's perfect, and that his only flaw is his curse.
That goddamned curse, it should never have befallen Moony, never. I asked him one night though, if you could perfect anything about you, what would it be? And he didn't give the reply I expected him to. I'd stop being such a wimp, that's what he said. Not I'd get rid of my lycanthropy, not I'd not be a werewolf. So strange that boy, and yet so interesting, it's nice (in an odd way) to want to pick him apart, to figure him out.
Sigh, there he goes, genuine proof. His head nodding, his eyelids are struggling to keep up, his hands frantically trying to finish that one sentence. In a few minutes his head will be on the parchment, dreaming of running through fields and flying over hills. It's now that I wonder, what does Moony dream about? Is he like James, thinking only of Evans and Quidditch? Is he like Peter, dreaming of nothing? Does he dream about seeing the full moon and suffering no pain, about life, about other miscellaneous dreams? All I know is that he has nightmares sometimes, nightmares that he wakes up from in a cold sweat, eyes wide, and a horrified expression on his face. Nightmares that even Peter knows not to ask about.
Most people don't think Remus is capable of wrongdoings, they think he's the good boy who fell in with the wrong crowd. No, Remus is as much a trouble maker as I am. Just in more subtle ways. He's sarcastic, he's witty, he's got an incredible way of annoying the hell out of people. He's also the genius behind the Marauders Map and the Fireworks incident. He's the framework that holds us all together, the angel that brought together Lily and James, he's always watching over us, making sure we're all okay.
Thud.
What did I tell you, there he goes. I better wake him up before Madam Pince comes and yells at him for sleeping on a book again.
"moony, moony" I talk to him gently, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking him slightly.
I feel sort of guilty, whenever he discovers he's been sleeping when he's not supposed to he gets thinking about all the time he must have wasted doing nothing. That and Moony deserves his sleep, he gets so little of it and he never takes my advice to sleep during History of Magic.
"mmm, Sirius?" he awakes slowly, letting out a soft yawn "Did I fall asleep again?"
"Yes Moony, and before you say anything at all- bed, now. And not one word Moony, get your books and go." I said it to him with a smirk and he smiled teasingly back.
"But I don't want to Sirius." He moaned, still smiling, still playing.
"No buts. Now up you go!" I helped him to his feet and saw him out.
Watching Moony is fun. I should do it more often.