(Author's note: I know that the last chapter was short, but I didn't want to lump that one and this one together. Any mistakes about names are my own and shall be fixed once I get my copy of OotP back. And thanks to everyone who's reviewed thus far.)
As Remus drifted towards wakefulness, he noticed two things: his covers were extremely warm, and his pillow was moving slightly. But he was comfortable for the first time in days, and he hadn't woken up once in the night, a truly miraculous feat. Groaning in protest at truly having to get out of bed, for his internal clock was telling him it was nearly eleven in the morning, Remus rolled over and found himself face to face with a grinning Sirius.
"Morning, Moony," he said, his grin widening at Remus' startled look. "Sleep well?"
The events of the night before came rushing back to Remus, and he sighed heavily. Knowing what had caused that sigh, Sirius put a hand on his friend's shoulder, his grin replaced by a look of concern.
"It'll be alright, Remus," he said, forcing the young man to look at him. "Dumbledore will take care of everything. "
"I know," Remus said, disentangling himself from Sirius. He refused to think about the fact that he'd been quite comfortable and happy right where he was, tucked in his best
friend's arms. "But we've got to get the others together. You promised Dumbledore."
"Right, right. Just five more minutes of sleep?" Sirius yawned, then buried his head in the pillows again. "I'm so tired."
Remus smirked and silently counted to five, then picked up his wand off the bedside table and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Sirius gave a loud yelp as the mattress lifted up off the bed frame and tossed him onto the floor. Laughing, Remus put the mattress back down and grinned at Sirius, who was sitting on the floor, looking crossly at him.
"I'm going to make breakfast. We'll deal with alerting the old crowd after we eat," he said, walking out of the bedroom. A loud raspberry from Sirius followed him, and it was with a smile that Remus made breakfast for the two of them. He didn't want to think too hard, so he concentrated on cooking, and when Sirius appeared, fully dressed and showered, Remus had already made bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausage, and toast, along with a pot of tea for himself and coffee for Sirius.
"You sure go all out, Moony," Sirius said, helping himself to some of the bacon. "Makes a guy feel welcome."
Remus smiled at the praise then poured himself a cup of tea. He wasn't very hungry, and this seemed to bother Sirius, who kept pestering him (between mouthfuls) to eat something.
"The full moon wasn't that long ago, and I know you're not feeling good. Eat something, or I'll make you," he said, a hint of pleading in his voice. Remus couldn't resist the puppy-eyed look Sirius gave him, so he obliged by eating some toast and a few pieces of bacon. This pleased Sirius, and the rest of the meal was passed in companionable silence. Finally, when Sirius had polished off the last of the bacon and coffee, Remus cleared away the dishes and brought out parchment, ink, and two quills.
"You're helping me write these," he told Sirius, who made a face but didn't complain. "I'll take Arabella, Fletcher, and the Weasleys-"
"Molly and Arthur already know," Sirius said, already scratching away at his first letter. "But I'll take Kingsley and the rest of the Aurors."
The letters were quickly written and sent off with the knowledge that the recipients would contact anyone else that needed to know about the reformation of the Order. As Roma flew out the kitchen window, Remus stared moodily after her, feeling the need to brood over the current events for some time. Sirius, who was not noted for his patient streak, shifted uneasily in his chair, then sighed.
"Rem, don't brood. It makes you look sulky and bored."
"Didn't you once tell me I looked sexy when I-" Remus said absentmindedly, cut off quickly but Sirius ' alarmed exclamation.
"Alright, fine!" Sirius stood up, turning an interesting shade of red. "Brood, for all I care. I'm going to take a nap."
"Fine," Remus said coolly, raising an eyebrow. "You do that."
"Remus, come on, " Sirius pleaded, now looking hurt. "Don't be mad at me. You know I hate it when you get all worried and over-analyze everything."
"And why should you worry? I'm not your concern anymore."
"Because I love you, you bloody prat!"
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(Next—Chapter 4: Remus reacts and Sirius learns something new about werewolves.)