Remus' first class of the day was Ancient Runes, with an extremely strict professor, Bathsheda Babbling. This class definitely legitimately sucked.

"Lupin!"

Professor Babbling had shouted as the boy once again dozed off.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Remus looked up to find every eye in the class on him. He mumbled something incoherently as Babbling marched over to his desk.

"And not even in correct uniform. You know very well you cannot go prancing around in pajamas with your hair sticking straight up and a lousy excuse for a knot in your tie."

Oh how Remus wished at that moment more than any that Peter, Sirius and James were in that class with him.

"Detention," the Professor declared.

"Meet me in my office tonight at seven. No later. And fifty points from Gryffindor!"

Remus groaned and attempted to take notes for the rest of the class.

The next lesson he was lucky enough to have his friends in. Transfiguration.

"So Moony," Sirius said, as they took their seats and began preparing for McGonagall, "how was class?"

"B-babbling gave m-me detention for-or n-not having c-correct school u-uniform."

James shook his head, and said, "That's not fun, buddy. Hope you don't get busted by McGonagall. Man, that would be awful."

Remus nodded and laid his head down on his desk, stifling a hoarse coughing fit.

"Ugh," he said, as Peter tentatively laid a hand on his friend's back. Sirius nodded to him, conveying that he was proud that Peter was providing some sort of support. The door opened, and Professor McGonagall stepped in.

"Remus," James murmured, nudging his friend. Remus groaned and sat up, lamely attempting to flatten down his insane hair.

"Please pull out your wands, and your Intermediate Transfiguration textbook. Turn to page 69, and begin to practice turning your desks into Miniature Horses."

Remus groaned again. Today was positively the worst day to get sick. All year he had been looking forward to more difficult magic, and today, of all days, they were starting it.

He picked up his wand, and began waving it in the air, his foggy mind not particularly focusing on anything. He hadn't even noticed he had begun to drift off until he heard a sharp,

"Mr. Lupin!"

Raising his head, he discovered a very disgruntled McGonagall standing in front of him.

"Are we interrupting your personal nap?" she asked, before actually noting his completion. His cheeks were slightly sunken, and his skin was much too pale. Dark circles rimmed his dull eyes, and his hands shook.

"Remus, please join me in the hallway," she said quietly before straightening up and exiting the classroom. Remus stood shakily, using his desk for support. His three friends began to rise to assist him, but he waved them down, sending them an, "I got this. I think," look.

Tentatively, he put one foot in front of the other, feeling the stares of his classmates on his back. Eventually making it to the front, he placed one hand on the handle, and slowly pushed open the door.

McGonagall stood, waiting. An expression of concern evident on her face.

"Remus," she said.

"are you feeling alright? You look as though," she lowered her voice, as though it's the full moon tomorrow."

Her eyes widened, thinking she had forgotten something important, but she relaxed as Remus shook his head.

"No, professor, just a head cold. I'll be better tomorrow, it just needs some time."

McGonagall did not look convinced, but excepted this answer, silently vowing to keep an eye on her young lion. She sent him back into her classroom just as class finished up. She watched as Remus and his three friends stepped out the door towards lunch, carefully noting how Potter and Black each held one of his shoulders, as if trying to support him without being noticed.