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Remus walked down the street, Sirius and James on one side if him, Peter in the other. It had been remarkably easy to sneak out, James and Sirius had discovered the tunnel yesterday, and it had led straight to honeydukes cellar. So now they had snuck out.
It was late, about 8pm. And cold. It was still winter, January, and in Scotland. Remus suppressed a shiver and pulled his somewhat threadbare cloak around him. James and Sirius had extremely warm, rich wool cloaks, enhanced with magic to keep you warmer. And while Peter's was less expensive, it was still far better than Remus's.
The group of them walked into the hogs head. The three broomsticks was a nicer pub, safer, cleaner, better. But Madame Rosmerta would probably report them to the school. Whereas the barman in the hogs head was too desperate for money to report students sneaking out.
James walked in there leading the way. Confidence seemed to ooze off him. Sirius came second, sure of himself, rich, aristocratic, elegant. Remus and Peter were even with each other. Remus could feel the fear leaking off of Peter. He was out of his comfort zone.
"You get us the drinks, and I'll go find a table." Sirius said to James. Sirius led Remus and Peter to a seat in the corner, a fairly clean table, which though none of them knew it yet (Remus would later learn, thanks to Mundungus) Harry Potter, Hermione and Ron would sit on to plan the DA meetings.
Remus gazed around him, taking in his surroundings, taking in the other people, the tables, the clutter. The pub was fairly full, and rather noisy. Mostly it was filled with men wearing filthy clothes who wear beyond drunk, and woman wearing various dresses to various degrees of modesty and lack of. All the customers looked as if they had stepped out of some seafarers pub in the Victorian times.
Remus watched one man wearing a pirates hat fall over onto the filthy floor and tried not to laugh. James came over. "I got 4 butterbeers. And a bottle of firewhisky." James said. Peter raised his eyebrows. "Fire whiskey?" he asked. "Well I thought we may as well try it." saying that, James picked up the bottle and took a large gulp. A second later he spat it out, coughing and sputtering. "Eurgh!"he gasped."it burns!"
They only drank the butterbeer after that.
Later on, as they were leaving, they walked down the street, and there was a homeless man sat on the doorstep of one if the shops.
He gazed up at them, his cloak (which Remus noticed was thinner than his own) wrapped tightly around him. Remus wished he had some money to give to him. Sirius noticed Remus's glance at the man. He pulled some money out of his purse and walked over, giving the man a galleon.
The group kept walking. "Why did you do that?" Peter asked. "It's the right thing to do" Sirius said, shrugging. "But it's a waste of money." Peter said. Remus kept his gaze firmly on the floor. "No it isn't, Peter." Remus said quietly. "Exactly. Remus is right. My parents got that money through exploiting others, and their ancestors did exactly the same. That man's ancestors just weren't as lucky, or maybe they were just nicer, than mine." Sirius said.
Remus was glad that Sirius had given the man the money. "Yes but he could have worked for the money. He sits around doing nothing, hoping people will give him the money. My mum told me about a case-" Peter said, but was cut short by Sirius. "Frankly, Peter, I don't care what your mother said. No one would choose to be in that situation. He tried, and failed to get a job. He doesn't deserve to live on the streets. I gave him a galleon, and I hope he can buy some food with that or something."
Later on, Remus pulled out his book. He wanted to show this chapter to Peter. But he wasn't sure if he should. Sirius came up beside him. "Hi Remus" Sirius whispered. "Can I read with you?" he asked. Remus nodded, and flicked the page to the one he wanted to read about.
The problem with the society we live in, is that the people who fall are rarely given help. They are seen as lesser. Werewolves try to get jobs, but they fail.
They fail because the government doesn't let them. Or they fail because no one will hire them. Or they fail because they fall sick on the moon just too often, and get fired for being lazy.
The truth is that everyone shoots high. But most people fall. And sometimes, there is the net of family to save them. But sometimes they just fall.
The number of werewolves who are unemployed is ridiculously high. The government doesn't help us find work, but when we don't have work, they moan. They say we are lazy, that we choose to hang around doing nothing. They are wrong. We don't want to do nothing.
Sirius read it quietly with Remus. "Remus, do you know a werewolf?" Remus felt his heart skip 8 beats at once. He swallowed down nausea. He couldn't let Sirius know. "It's just you read this book. And it's about werewolves, isn't it?" Sirius said. Remus smiled weakly. "Yeah, no. I don't know a werewolf. It's just a really interesting commentary on life." Remus said. "I just think the lessons in it are important for everyone."