"We did it." James whispered, grinning brilliantly, flinging himself into his seat as he joined Remus at the Gryffindor table for dinner. Remus blanked for a moment, and then promptly remembered the 'it' the boys had been working on for the last two years. "We did it! WE ARE THE GREATEST." He suddenly cheered, loudly, receiving more than one confused stare in response.
"Shut up, Potter." Peter said furiously. "You'll draw attention to us."
"Alright, sorry." James said, quietly, still beaming from ear to ear. "I'm a stag, Remus. A beautiful, majestic, red stag." Remus felt slightly numb, staring at his friends.
"It's almost a metaphor for every Hogwarts Ball you've ever been to, isn't it dear?" Sirius interjected, smirking soundly- until James kicked his shin under the table, and he winced.
"I, myself, am a wild beast. A ferocious but loveable dog." Sirius looked proud, but something else was lurking beneath. A supreme delight-
"And I'm a rat." Peter finished, miserably. That did it. Sirius and James erupted into laughter, and probably not for the first time since they'd finished the process.
"I can't be around a rat." Remus said, already worrying about the next full moon. It had been nice to know his friends were willing to do this for him, but now that it was becoming a reality he was terrified. "Peter, I'd tear you apart."
"We know, we know." Sirius began to sober, slightly, wiping a tear from his eye. "Don't worry, we have a plan. A formation, of sorts. We'll be careful." He promised.
For once, Remus decided to let his worry go and trust his 'd made it this far, after all, and they might change their mind after his first transformation anyway.
