"He had a rough time last night, didn't he?" Sirius murmured. James nodded. They stared down at poor Remus, sprawled out on his bed, bleeding from his elbow and breathing heavily. The morning after the full moon was always hard.

"Is Wormtail awake?"

"Not yet." Said James. He walked across the dormitory and shook Peter's shoulder. "Pete!" he whispered. "Pete, It's time to get up!"

"No it isn't" moaned the lump of blankets that was Peter. James clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shh! You'll wake Remus!"

"How come he gets to sleep in?" Peter mumbled, but James's fingers were still in the way, so it came out more like "'Ow hum 'e guffs oo 'eep un?"

"Because we weren't supposed to be up until two in the morning!" Sirius hissed. "Moony had no choice."

No one said another word. All three dressed in silence, flinching at small noises and glancing over to check that Remus was still sleeping. Quiet was a rare and precious thing among the Marauders.

They tiptoed down the staircase for breakfast, all yawning after sleeping a total of only three hours. They had a long, exhausting day ahead of them, but they told themselves it could always be worse. They could be Moony.