AN: There is obviously a theme here. This is the scenerio that started the whole banana.
A group of women (any group of women) is sitting around complaining about their monthly Dementors . Remus Lupin barges in, mouth full of chocolate.
"Don t I know it!" he says thickly around his mouthful. He sprawls himself unceremoniously onto the sofa into the midst of the bloated, cramping mess of hormones. "I sprout all this hair and go on a wild killing spree!" he says with total concentration to his chocolate bar. He breaks off several pieces and crams them into his mouth. "And don t get me STARTED on the headache and the soreness the morning after! I'm pretty much out of it for a week. It's a BITCH!"
This proclamation is met with ringing silence from the horde of women around him. Lupin seems unaware of the awkwardness. Rather, he wipes a bit of melted chocolate from his chin and only his shabby trousers. Finally looking up, he notices that his reception is less than welcome. Several of the women are starting to look thunderous. One's eye is twitching, another is reaching for her wand.
"Uh," Lupin mutters, looking for a possible means of escape. The group starts to lean in on him and he gulps thickly. He looks down and then meekly offers up his remaining candy. "Er... Chocolate, anyone?"
Lupin is soon swarmed, not by wrathful jinxes, hexes and curses, but a mass of hugging.
Lesson: When in doubt, it's always best to share.
"Uh ladies? I can't breathe!"
Well, maybe not.