Author's note: all right, sorry, this is a long one. 1. In chapter 97 I have changed a line. Originally it said Lily used the hair color potion until there was no trace of red. I have changed this to tawniness to make it absolutely clear. Basically, Remus's hair in SL is a tawny color. A very light blonde-brown-red-orange type of color. She changed it so it was a light brownish blonde, essentially just getting rid of the red tones. But I changed it so it's absolutely clear. 2. I had Remus discover hopscotch for the first time twice! Rip. So in Book One, chapter 68 (Maraudering), a few lines have been changed from him and Lily playing hopscotch, to playing pin the tail! 3. Sirius's side story! Yes, I intend to continue this however I want to rewrite it. I am not happy with it at all, I thought I was but I'm not. I am currently in the process of rewriting it. I don't know when I'll post the fixed versions but hopefully not too much longer. No promises though. Sorry for the long note, hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Remus wasn't sure what to expect as the fallout, however it didn't go in any way he could've conceived. Sirius and Peter were in the dorm by the time James and Remus got there, and pretty much right away Sirius wanted to know where they had been. James lied, saying they had gone to the kitchens to nick some of the desserts, indicating Remus's remaining treats as evidence. Sirius told them about the fireworks and the fact someone had given Inkwood Bubble Belch. They had suspected Lily at first, but Lily had been clear on the other side of the room, and he said McGonagall had mentioned James was there.

Peter kept glancing around, visibly nervous. He knew James had been there, but hadn't known Remus or Lily's part in everything.

"Yeah, I went in for a few minutes," James finally confessed. Remus tried not to panic, terrified James would tell Sirius everything. "I nipped in briefly."

"Without a date?" Sirius inquired.

James shrugged. "Nah, I took my cousin in for a few minutes. She wanted to see it."

"Your cousin?"

"Eh, second or third cousin, I can't remember, she's a first year," James lied smoothly. "She wanted to see the Great Hall and have a little bit of dessert, so I brought her in since you have to have a date which, by the way, is so stupid."

Sirius eyed James suspiciously. "Who's your cousin?"

"Bridget Bagby," James answered in such a way that Remus wondered if he was lying about this part (James later pointed her out; a Hufflepuff first year who looked rather similar to Remus's disguise). "She's my father's cousin's granddaughter, so that makes us third cousins, right? Or second cousin, once removed? I don't know, I can't keep that straight."

"Yeah, second cousin once removed," Sirius said, and actually believed James to Remus's relief. "You didn't give Cass the Bubble Belch?"

"I promise," James said, finally telling the truth.

"Hmm..." Sirius clearly didn't believe him, but he didn't press it. "She cried, you know."

Remus felt a little bad. Only a little, not too much. He wanted to point out what a huge mess Inkwood had thrown him and Lily into, but didn't want to draw Sirius's attention to the fact he was a prime suspect for revenge.

"I don't think it helped that you laughed," Peter pointed out.

"I couldn't help it!" Sirius grinned from ear to ear. "Bubble Belch is hilarious. I took some, to try to make her feel better. That's when she started crying and ran off."

"Oof, sorry 'bout that, mate," James said, trying to sound sympathetic.

The subject was dropped except, sorta, when Sirius asked Remus why his hair was an inch shorter than it was before and Remus had to make up some excuse of messing up a spell. Then Sirius stared at Remus for a long time until asking, "Why do you have so many bubbles?"

"Hmm?"

"Bubbles." Sirius pointed at them. "You have eight. You didn't come to supper, so you should only have six."

Remus glanced up. The four from breakfast were sagging very low, obviously about to disappear, while the two from lunch were bobbing near his head, and the two from the dessert were still high, happily floating a few feet from his head.

"Er, I went into the Great Hall," Remus said, hoping he didn't sound too nervous. "Momentarily. I grabbed some food from the table."

Sirius studied him while he tried not to panic. "When?"

"During supper. I only went in very quickly. For food."

"I thought you got food from the kitchens," Sirius said.

"No, James got the desserts from the kitchens," Remus said, forcing confidence into his voice. "I got my supper from the Great Hall." Thank Merlin he had gotten supper from the kitchens, otherwise he'd have ten bubbles and Sirius would be even more suspicious! How did he even know how many bubbles Remus had in the first place?!

Sirius gave Remus another look. "All right, yeah," he finally said. Remus tried not to breathe a sigh of relief, though he couldn't help but worry Sirius was skeptical.

At least he didn't seem overly concerned about the fact his date had gone south until the next morning. Lily and Colgate approached the boys at breakfast, informing Sirius that Inkwood wasn't going to talk to him anymore for laughing at her.

"It was funny though!" Sirius protested. "Bubble Belch is funny! I took some, to make her feel better!"

"She's still mad you laughed," Colgate said before returning to Inkwood.

"Are you two made up, then?" Remus asked Lily.

"A bit," she said, tucking some hair behind her ear. "I felt bad for her, for crying. Everyone makes mistakes, plus she feels really bad about what happened. She never meant to cause such a big issue."

Remus watched her return to her friends, not sure if he could forgive someone like that so easily. Not for spreading lies and gossip, and forcing him to be the center of attention in a big rumor. Some students had given them looks just then for even talking! It was ridiculous.

"Why is Inkwood so mad you laughed, anyway?" James asked, smashing his toast and beans up into an ugly mess. "It's hilarious."

"I know!" Sirius grumbled. "I haven't the faintest. Hey, if she's not going to talk to me because of that, her loss."

On the way to Herbology, Simon Bones pulled Remus aside to ask about the rumors—especially since Lily had gone to the dessert with Struthers.

"W-we're not a—not a c-couple!" Remus complained. "F-friends! We d-d-didn't kiss." It was a bit bizarre to say that knowing perfectly well they had kissed, a couple weeks ago.

"Everyone says you did," Bones said. "They say you snogged."

"Everyone is wr—wrong!" he retorted.

Bones made a face. "Darn," he said, and Remus made a noise of confusion. "Aw, guess I was hoping for a little girl advice. But if you're not seeing each other..."

"I—I c-can't help you, I really d-don't know much about... about that realm," Remus said, rather awkwardly. "S—sorry."

Throughout Herbology Inkwood kept sending dirty looks at Sirius, who would make faces in return, and they kept throwing clods of dirt at one another, even during the exam which was a bit distracting. Apparently, Sprout thought so too as she asked both of them to stay behind. When Sirius finally emerged he laughed about it, saying that Sprout told him that while shenanigans during regular class was 'barely all right', pulling this sort of thing during a test was wrong. She took twenty points from Gryffindor.

When the Marauders went to lunch, Professor McGonagall was waiting outside the doors, eyes locking on them when they approached. Remus assumed it was about Sirius acting out in Herbology, or maybe James did something... so he was completely shocked when McGonagall told Remus she needed to speak to him privately.

He followed her down the hall, feeling nauseated, not sure what this was about. Did something happen? Did he do something wrong? Was it about the heart bubbles thing? If it was, why wouldn't she talk to the others? By the time they got to the little room where first years waited for the Sorting, he felt like he might throw up.

"Mr. Lupin," McGonagall said in a slightly strained voice that made him feel sicker, "I need to ask you a rather... personal question."

Remus swallowed, wrapping his arms around his middle to try to keep himself from getting too sick. "Wh—wh-what's the—the m-matter?"

McGonagall adjusted her glasses, looking exceedingly uncomfortable, and Remus felt even worse. What the hell was going on?

"Please don't think I am judging you," she said slowly, carefully, "but do you care to tell me why you were dressed as a girl and Mr. Potter's date at last night's dessert?"

His hands flew to his mouth, and, as his entire insides began squirming, his whole outside body began burning with humiliation; he knew he was probably turning about a hundred different shades of red. Oh no, oh no, oh no! His eyes darted briefly to the door as he wondered what would happen if he ran away. Far away. Maybe to the North Pole.

McGonagall watched him expectantly, and he took a step back. If he tried to speak he knew he'd probably throw up, only he had to say something. Or run away. Except his legs weren't working. They were shaking and weak and not listening to him, the traitors.

"P... prank," he finally managed to get out, in a sort of whispery groaning manner which probably wasn't anywhere near comprehensible.

Sure enough, McGonagall asked, "Pardon?"

"Prank," he wheezed, feeling his nose beginning to burn as he fought off the tears. This was too embarrassing, beyond embarrassing! This was, without a doubt, one of the worst moments he ever experienced at school, and he wondered how the hell he ever let James talk him into it. He should have known he'd be caught, be recognized; if McGonagall recognized him, who else did?! Though, if any student did surely it'd be spread through the school by now, right? Loopy Lupin, cross-dressing? That'd certainly be a hot topic. So... most likely only McGonagall recognized him. She had been at their table, and looked at him somewhat close up. Hopefully... it was only her, and nobody else. But still, his favorite teacher seeing him like that...!

"Mr. Lupin, it's all right," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "Please calm down."

He shook his head. "I—I d-d-didn't—I was only—"

"It's all right," she said again, gently. "I told you I wasn't judging you. I assumed it was for a prank."

He looked up at her through his fringe, heart pounding hard. "You... d-d-did?"

"Yes," she answered. "The fireworks, and what happened with Miss Inkwood. The only reason I asked was because I was concerned that... you were... coerced into it."

"C... c-coerced?" he whispered.

"I know Mr. Potter and Mr. Black can be insistent—"

"Wh—what?" He straightened up, feeling some of the humiliation falling away as he realized what she was insinuating. Some, not all. Never all. "N... no, they d-d-didn't—they're my friends, they w-wouldn't b-bully me into—into d-d-doing something like that. I—I agreed. I mean, it—it was James's idea t—to get in there but I agreed."

"You agreed," she said, raising her eyebrows. "He didn't pressure you?"

"No," Remus whispered, despite the fact he had blamed James for convincing him about ten seconds prior. "No, He—no. If I had s-said no, he wouldn't have—it's not—yeah. No. It's okay." Then he realized he was pretty much admitting they were the cause of what happened. "Er, about—I mean, about the p-pranks—"

McGonagall held up a hand. "No need to explain, I fully understand why you pranked Miss Inkwood."

"You... d-do?"

"Yes. I was in a similar situation once myself, in my third year."

Remus stared at her in shock. "You were!?" He couldn't imagine anyone with the guts to spread rumors around about McGonagall!

Professor McGonagall sat down on one of the benches, patting the seat next to her. "Yes," she said as he sat down. "My dearest friend at the time. Dorothy Towler. Oh, we were the closest of friends imaginable. In our third year she started seeing this fellow, and spent less and less time with me. I was... very upset." McGonagall shook her head. "It is very hard when our friends begin dating and spending less time with us."

Remus frowned. "I... d-d-don't understand, wh—what does that have t-to do with gossiping?"

McGonagall blinked at him. "Gossiping?"

"Y... yes?"

They stared at one another for several seconds. "I'm afraid I don't understand, what does gossiping have to do with what happened?"

"She—she sp-spread rumors about me and Lily," Remus answered.

"I beg your pardon?!"

Oooh. "Ah, y—yes," he squeaked out. "That—yeah. That's why I—I w-w-was angry and—and did that." He felt uncomfortable telling her, but explained to her about the hair, him fixing it, her kissing his cheek, Inkwood telling Sirius it was a kiss-kiss, Inkwood telling Spinnet, Spinnet telling Struthers, and also somehow Nettle finding out and thinking it was snogging, and her telling Magpie. It was all very convoluted, and after he was done he swore he heard McGonagall mumble how glad she was that she wasn't that age anymore.

"I see," she finally said out loud, rubbing her forehead. "I wasn't aware of this. I thought it was because of—well, thank you for letting me know."

"Oh... p—please don't—I d-d-don't want anyone to b-be in trouble!" he said quickly, terrified of what might happen if McGonagall lectured Inkwood about everything.

McGonagall remained silent for a moment. "I want to look into what happened, I don't like the idea of my students doing something like that. Kids your age... this is a fairly common occurrence. It's something I've shut down before in previous years. It isn't as though I am targeting this situation specifically."

Remus tugged at his sleeve, feeling ill and hot again. He didn't want the situation to get worse, even though he was still furious with Inkwood.

"I'll be careful," she promised and Remus nodded miserably. "Was a spell used on your hair? Last night? Would you like me to fix it?" He nodded again. She had him turn away, and used a few quick snipping spells, evening out the raggedy mess Lily had left. "I should remove points for what you did," she said as she worked, "however all things considering I will let this one slide."

Remus tried not to slump in relief, not wanting to mess up the trimming. "Th—thank you, Professor. Um. N—nobody else kn-knows, right? That I—do you th-think anyone else realized...?"

McGonagall's hand rested on his shoulder. "I highly doubt anyone else realized it was you," she assured him. "I know my students best, and everyone else was too busy with their own dates."

"Thank you," he whispered.

"You're finished."

He stood up, touching the edges. "Thank you," he said again, and McGonagall nodded. He wanted to express his gratitude—not just for this, but everything McGonagall did. It was unbelievable to him that he had somehow been given such an incredible teacher and Head of House. Part of him wanted to hug her however that was very inappropriate.

Would knitting her something be inappropriate?

Of course the other Marauders wanted to know what happened, so Remus lied, saying to do with the next day. They all looked at him in confusion.

"The... m... moon?" he reminded them, dropping his voice very low.

"Already?!" James said, sounding shocked.

"Doesn't feel like it's been that long," added Peter.

Sirius gave Remus a concerned look. "What was she wanting about tomorrow?"

Remus began piling food on his plate, feeling very hungry. After all, the only things he had to eat the previous night were the desserts. "Making sure I was doing all right, that's all."

"Are you—can we—ummmmm..."

James laughed, elbowing Peter. "Words, Petey-boy."

Peter blushed faintly. "Can we visit you?" he asked, and all three looked expectantly at Remus.

"Er..." Remus stabbed at some vegetables. "I guess it depends on how I look tomorrow. If I—if I don't look so bad, I-I might say it's Mum again." They all looked let down while guilt swept through his body. "S—sorry," he mumbled, ducking his head low.

"It's all right," Sirius said, voice falsely cheerful, and Remus could hear a tinge of disappointment. "The most important thing is what works best for you."

The rest of lunch zipped by, and suddenly it was time to deal with the hot wobbliness Prewett caused Remus. He trudged behind his friends, not really in the mood for those horrible, awful feelings especially after the emotion of what happened with McGonagall, and the irritation over Inkwood.

Merlin save me, he thought, averting his gaze when Prewett flashed a pearly smile at the Marauders.

"Excellent prank yesterday, boys," he said cheerfully.

"Th—" James began, and Sirius stepped on his foot. "Er—what prank?"

Prewett rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Sure, sure. All right, now that everyone is here, before we begin I want to make an announcement." He perched on the edge of his desk, smiling around at the students. "I have a group project in mind. I want to break you into four groups. Three groups of three, and one of four."

James's hand shot up immediately.

"The groups will be random," he said. James's hand went down. None of the Marauders looked very pleased. Remus crossed his fingers he was with at least one of them, or with Lily. The likelihood was high. However his luck was not. Worse: Prewett pulled a bowl out, with slips of paper. At least if Prewett was choosing them himself, Remus might have been with one of his friends. Completely random draws meant he'd probably be with bloody Spinnet and Inkwood, or something like that.

"Group one will consist of..." He pulled three slips. "David Struthers, Alice Colgate, and Eloise Nettle. Group two will consist of... Sirius Black, Remus Lupin—"

Sirius and Remus grinned happily at each other. Remus could not believe his luck! He was actually put with a Marauder, and—

"—and Cassandra Inkwood."

Inkwood put her head in her hands, Remus gave a quiet groan slumping in his seat, and Sirius just laughed. Inkwood glowered at him. Great, Remus thought miserably, wishing they had almost anyone else (except Spinnet). Well, we have to get along to get a good grade so hopefully it's not a disaster. He could continue being angry at her after they finished their work.

"Group three will be... Veronica McNab, Peter Pettigrew, and Morrander Spinnet."

"Are you kidding me?!" James yelped..

Prewett shot him a look. "Which means the group of four is—"

"Me and Evans!" James cried out. "Again!"

"Like I'm happy about that?!" Lily demanded.

Prewett sighed. "Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, Miss Twycross, and Miss Magpie."

James threw himself back in his seat, crossing his arms and glaring at Lily who glared right back.

Prewett held up the slips. "I'm not doing it on purpose, Mr. Potter. You can thank chance for your partners."

"I guess fate just wants you and Evans together," snickered Sirius, and James gave him the dirtiest look ever.

Prewett explained what the project was. Everyone was to choose a creature from a predetermined list, and do extensive research: its history, biology, habitat—everything. The entirety should be at least eight feet; loads of groans at that, but Remus didn't think that was bad when Prewett announced the project was due March 15th, which gave them four weeks. Remus could knock out four, five thousand words in one evening if he focused. Eight feet was nothing. Prewett continued, emphasizing he expected very good research, and the information put together well. Art of the creature was to be included, however whether it was well-drawn or not didn't matter.

Remus squirmed a little, hoping werewolves weren't on that list. Prewett wouldn't do that, would he?

They didn't get their list at first; instead Prewett lectured for a while, then had everyone practice some spells. When there was about twenty minutes left of class he turned to the blackboard and yanked the sheet off, which had been covering the list.

"Dragons!" James exclaimed excitedly, all annoyance at having to work with Lily disappearing. Everyone in the class began chattering eagerly. Pretty much everybody was interested in dragons in some way or another, so this was going to be a great project.

Prewett grinned. "All right, get with your groups and decide which dragon you want to work on. I'd prefer every group to have a different dragon, so everyone choose two, and if anyone picks the same for their project we can figure out who gets it."

Since Remus and Sirius were already side by side they stayed where they were, and Inkwood came over to them. Sitting next to Remus. Once everyone was in their groups, they began discussing which dragons they wanted. Sirius immediately wanted to know which one was the most dangerous.

"The H—Hungarian Hornt—tail," Remus said, doodling on a bit of parchment.

"I think we should do the Opaleye, they're so pretty," Inkwood said, rather stiffly.

"The Horntail would be so cool though," Sirius said.

Inkwood scoffed, tearing at some parchment. "It's always about you, isn't it?" she muttered, partially under her breath.

Sirius sat up straight, glaring at her across Remus. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You don't care about anyone else."

"I kn—know a great deal about th-the Welsh G-Green," Remus said, but neither of them listened, they were too busy being mad.

"So me thinking Bubble Belch is funny—which it is—is me not caring about anyone?!" Sirius snarled.

"It was embarrassing and you laughed!" she snapped back.

"Then I took some myself so you wouldn't be the only one—"

"After you laughed at me!"

"I was laughing at the bubbles—"

Sirius and Inkwood continued bickering while Remus slid lower in the seat, covering his ears. Prewett watched them with a frown, and Remus gave him a pleading look. Please change groups, he tried to convey with his eyes to no avail. By the time Prewett said time was up, they hadn't chosen a dragon at all. Remus had heard what all the groups had decided and Pete's group wanted Welsh Green, so when Remus went to Prewett he claimed the Swedish Short-Snout. Sirius and Inkwood said nothing.

"Right," Prewett said once they were all done. "So the first group has Hebridean Black, group two has the Swedish Short-Snout, group three the Welsh Green, and the fourth group claimed the Hungarian Horntail. Excellent! Good luck, and class dismissed."

James and Sirius stormed out of the classroom quickly with Peter and Remus hurrying to catch up. They were complaining about Lily and Inkwood, loud enough that when the girls passed by they overheard it. Lily didn't care, however Inkwood clenched her teeth, growling at Sirius that he was being immature.

Sirius stared hard at her. "Raise your hand if Bubble Belch is funny." He, James, and Peter raised their hand, and Remus reluctantly raised his when James elbowed him. Inkwood scoffed, and stormed off. Colgate followed while Lily hesitated behind.

"Look, it's funny," she said, "but she was embarrassed. You should see it from her side of things."

Remus stared at her in disbelief. She had wanted to do it! Lily must have known what Remus was thinking as she completely avoided his gaze.

Sirius wasn't having it either. He didn't know she had been involved with the prank, but he knew she had been upset about the rumors. "After what she did, you're defending her?"

"Yes," Lily replied, jutting her chin out. "We've made up, she's apologized. I don't wish it never happened. I'm still upset with what she did, however I can still feel for her. That's something you should try sometime, Black. Empathy." With that, she flounced off after her friends.

"Empathy," Sirius drawled out. "Pfft."

"Do you know what that means?" Pete asked.

"Er... well, maybe—maybe not so much," Sirius admitted.

All three of them looked expectantly at Remus. "Empathy means you understand the feelings of others," he explained.

"OH!" Sirius clapped his hands. "Yes! I'm empathy... emp... I feel that."

"Empathetic," Remus offered.

"I'm not pathetic," Sirius said, sounding slightly offended.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Empathetic. It means you feel empathy."

"Oh. No, yeah, I'm that." Sirius flung an arm around James, yanking him into a headlock. "Anyway, class is over and we're free. Let's find some Slytherins to hex."

Remus snorted, covering his mouth to hide the laughter.

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There was more fallout from everything than Remus realized, and didn't think of until it happened. After supper the four Marauders were headed out of the castle for James's practice when a first year Slytherin popped out of nowhere, causing them all to jump.

"Um, I got a message for, uhhh, Lupin," the kid said. "Aegis Silverlocke says he needs to talk to you?"

Remus hesitated since Aegis hadn't been at supper, and he knew Aegis hadn't been feeling great at breakfast. "Where—wh-where is he?"

The kid pointed. "Down that way."

"Why couldn't he come get Remus himself?" Sirius demanded suspiciously.

"I don't know! Said someone hexed him, doesn't want anyone seeing him, wants Lupin's help."

Remus froze. "H-h—hexed? Is he—oh. I—I'll be—yeah, uh, I'll c-catch up with you guys," he told the others. "I'll be at the—at the pitch as soon as I can."

He followed the Slytherin down a few halls, worried about Aegis. It must have been bad if he had sent someone to get Remus. Is he hurt? Why didn't he go to Pomfrey?

They got to a section of the dungeons somewhat near the Slytherin common room and the first year pointed to a storage room. "In there."

"Th—thank—thank you." Remus yanked open the door, completely stupid, completely oblivious. Completely trusting.

As soon as he stepped into the storage room saying Aegis's name, there was a hiss of a spell and the door swung shut behind him. Then it felt like someone slammed something into his face sending him reeling back into the closed door. He let out a cry of pain as his head struck the door, and collapsed to the ground.

"You—little—crazy—freak!"

It was Snape. Remus couldn't see him, but he knew that voice. When he tried to go for his wand, Snape stomped on his hand. Pain shot through, and he yelped, trying to pull his arm back, unable to because Snape was still standing on his hand.

"You—absolute—wanker!" Snape began grinding down, and Remus thought his bones might be breaking.

"Wh—pl—please—" he croaked out then his voice broke into a scream as Snape put all his weight down on the foot before pulling away. Remus curled into a ball, hand cradled against his chest.

"How dare you!"

Snape used the levitation spell and Remus felt himself being yanked up by the back of his robes till he was on his feet, then hovering above the ground until he slipped out of the robes. He crumpled onto the ground again, but Snape jerked him back up. Tears were pouring down his cheeks as his hand throbbed in pain, although he could also feel itchiness as his bones began to knit themselves back together.

"If you ever do anything like that again you will regret it, Loopy!" Snape shoved him back against the door, wand in his face. "Got it?"

"I d-d-don't—I don't—I—wh—what?" he whimpered.

"You're so pathetic." The tip of his wand dug into Remus's neck.

"I don't—what—what is—what are—wh-what—"

"Can't even talk." Snape let go, and Remus slid down, still clutching his hand even though the pain was fading already. "Nosuhamo!"

It felt like something hooked into his nostrils and yanked upwards. His head snapped back and the 'hooks' kept pulling. It felt like the tissue of his nostrils were going to rip when Snape finally took the spell off.

He grabbed a fistful of Remus's jumper, pulling him close. "You ever kiss her again or ever try to infect her with whatever it is you have, you diseased little toad, consider this a light warning."

"K—wh—kiss?" Remus struggled against him, trying to pull free. For a split second he thought Snape meant the actual kiss they had on Lily's birthday, but then realized he meant the gossip. "N—no, I—not—no—it's not—we d-d-didn't—r—rumors—"

Snape threw him down onto the floor and unlocked the door, sweeping out of the storage room with a slam of the door behind him. Remus got into a sitting position, pushing himself back against the wall as he panted heavily. Most of the pain was gone except for a little bit from being flung down, however he could practically feel everything. The hooks in his nostrils, the stomp on his hand...

He brought his hand up, holding it against his chest. Mental, he's mental, he's absolutely mental!

"L—lumos," he got out, and began inspecting himself. Despite all the pain, he didn't have any blood on him except for a few flecks under his nose which he wiped away.

Once he calmed down enough he got up, pulling his robes back on, and headed out to the pitch. Sirius and Peter wanted to know what happened and he told them partially what happened. He admitted it had been Snape, but didn't include the physical altercation; he just said Snape threatened and insulted him because of the rumors. When Sirius offered to hex Snape 'real good', Remus begged him not to, saying he wanted the whole thing to stop. He wanted it in the past.

Sirius sighed, miserably agreeing. Remus hoped he was telling the truth.