MULTIPLE FURSONALITY

PART 3

The two weeks of work placement flew by. Now they were over.

Night was falling. James, returning from Quidditch, met up with Sirius, who returned from drama.

"Moran what an idiot," said James.

"Roy what a twit," said Sirius.

Despite the evening having fallen already, white light showered through the tall gothic windows, forming lovely patterns of squares. Moonlight.

"Oh is that the time?" said James, looking at a clock. "Guess we better get a move on."
They pushed open the enormous doors to the Founder Memorial gallery, crossed it and came out in a hall that happened to intersect with the Prefect corridor.

"Hello."

Remus emerged from the shadows.

Just... what? Why wasn't he in bed with a razor sharp migraine, high fever and being completely delirious?

Never ever had he seemed so completely unfaffected on an evening such as this.

"The hell do you think you're doing?!" Sirius asked. Quite frankly he was angry.

"Prefect thing. Only just finished."

"'Prefect thing'? Have you forgotten there's a super moon out?"

"Really?" He looked out one of the gothic windows. It was currently clouding up, but the super moon could not be missed. "The correct term is actually perigee syzygy."

Oh dear this truly was severe! He was rambling incoherent nonsense!

"Get him!" said James.

Sirius pinned Remus to the floor, and James helped adding weight.

"What are you doing? Get off me!" Squashed under the two, Remus fought for release, but with no results.

"Trying to think," Sirius replied.

"But I'm fine! I've never felt better!"

"That's just the crazy talking! Don't listen to the pedigree sashimi, it's just your imagination!"

"I'm not crazy!"

"Crazy people always say that!"

"Damn now what do we do?" James asked.

Pomfrey had straightjackets, but the Hospital Wing was on the other side of the castle. The chaps were absolutely stumped on how to handle this sudden emergency. Outside the clouds were parting again and they were so unbelievably nervous, like their hearts were going to rip through their chests.

A couple of prefects passed them by, looking down at them and asking what they were doing.

"We're saving your lives!" Sirius yelled in their nosy faces.

"No, actually," said James. "We dared him to inhale a hundred tanks of helium."
"The helium, not the tanks."

"If he had inhaled a hundred tanks we would not be needing to keep him down right now, obviously."
"It's the tanks we get..."

The prefects accepted the silly story and carried on. Thankfully this area was generally not very heavily frequented.

Meanwhile the parachute syngery was looking ever so magnificent, in its supersized glory. Sirius looked to see if Remus's eyebrows were still two separate eyebrows.

"One, two. How do you feel?"

"Awesome," Remus replied, strumming his fingers against the floor and sounding bored.

"Honest?"

"Yup."

"Must be annoying, to have us sit on top of you."

"Even so, I feel juuuuuuuuuuuuust awesome."
"Well you're obviously lying, which means your word can't be trusted. Irritable?"

"Nope."

"Not even a little?"

"What does it matter, if my word can't be trusted?"

"It can be trusted, if it's belieavable.."

"I am getting annoyed, 'though."
"Really? Well, irritability is a precursor to blind rage so we better sit on you some more."

Seconds ticked away. Clouds came and went.

"Well this is weird," said James. "You really do seem fine. But we really have to be sure."

Sirius lit his wand and used it to look in Remus's eyes.

"Pupils dilated. Ok open up, say 'aaaah'."

"No stop it!" Remus protested and kept pushing the wand away from his face.

"Hey man this is for all our safety don't you care about safety? It's this or be dragged to Pom-Pom!"

Having suffered enough humiliation tonight, he could probably stand to suffer some more, especially if it was the condition on which the chaps would not tattle-tale to Pom-Pom or McGonagall.

"Aaaaaarsehole!"

"That is curious!"

"What is?" James asked.

"Those teeth. I could not cut myself on those."

"Look, remember the Kalpavriksha?" Remus asked.

"No, is that a friend of Princess Cheese Shoe Shine?"

"Short story: It's a Wishing Tree. I nicked the last seed from the Garden Archive, planted it. And lo, it grew a fruit."

And what happened after that was too obvious for him to recount.

"Well why didn't you say so before then?" James asked.

"I didn't want to say anything, in case it wouldn't work."
"You could have mentioned it, I don't know, sometime before just now!"

"But I didn't know if it had really worked until now."

"But still you went to some prefect thing?"

"I was still fairly certain."

Despite being a little angry for not having been informed, the chaps were still truly amazed. They just couldn't believe it. And they were sure they were looking at the right calendar, they always double-triple-quadruple checked nowadays after the incident.