Roused from his dreamless sleep, Remus heard the conversation occurring outside of his dark four-poster. Even as those gleaming orbs of golden parted the darkness, staring blindly up towards the silken canopy, Remus felt the sharp jolt of fear. He had no idea where he was. He could not hear his mother making breakfast... Perhaps it was still night... It was dark after all... But the loud, unbearable snores of his sister were not there, either. The voices altered him into remembrance of himself being at school.
"...Do you guys really think that the girls shower with... the guys?" the small, mouse like voice of Peter Pettigrew queried while he, by the sounds of it, made his bed next to Remus's. Peter sounded frightened at the concept and Remus offered a light smile, allowing his heart to calm from the fright he held moments before.
"Petey... Honestly, I don't think James here, " there was a pause and Remus heard a slap again, he assumed, was a shoulder, then Sirius continued, "was saying the gels and guys shower the same... Wishful thinkin', I'm sure." At that, both Sirius and James fell into a soft fit of laughter, not wanting to wake their fourth, just yet. Still, Remus shifted from his blankets and pushed his bare feet from the part in the curtain, resting them on the floor as he pushed open his curtains, revealed his disheveled-from-sleep form to the other three boys, who all paused to glance over to him.
"He-ey! Mornin', Mate... Sleep well?" James, whose dark hair was just as tasseled in the morning as in the evening, was shuffling through his trunk in search of a pair of socks, it appeared. He grinned towards Remus and straightened, holding the grey socks in triumph. Upon his straightening, Remus noted he wore only a pair of shorts, red in colour, upon his slender, thin figure. Peter, so Remus saw when the boy huffed about loosing his own socks, wore a full pair of pajamas the colour of a lemon on his pudgy figure. He smiled weakly to Remus.
"Hi," came Remus' light, almost uncomfortable reply. He was naturally quiet and his friends would learn to value him for it. He wore a pair of over-sized, torn-at-the-knee brown trousers, drawn closed with a cloth belt, and a loose brown tanktop; brown was his favourite colour, it appeared. "Slept good." He told them as his golden eyes wandered towards the Dog-Star, pausing to linger on the broad, towel-claddened form of his friend. Sirius grinned, unmodestly at the second glance of surprise Remus gave him.
At that, he went for his own clothes, digging into the depths of his aged, worn trunk. It stung, looking toward James's and Sirius' trunks, which were new and sleek in ebony colour. It was well known, of course, that the Black family was very well-to-do... Incredibly weathly in the Wizarding World. While Remus was not... Not at all. He could not dwell on this, of course, as Sirius's sapphire orbs caught his own, sending a shiver of discomfort down Remus's spine. Oddly, however, Sirius just offered a grin and motioned towards the door, ready for his shower.
Sirius was... so lovely to look at, Remus noted,
His friend grin, handsome features and silken hair made Remus blush, looking
back to his trunk to distract himself from the odd thoughts. He never admired
anyone like that before and he only just met the boy the previous night.
....
They were up a bit late, thus had the showers all to themselves for their bathing. Without any hesitation, Peter took the only single stalled shower, leaving Remus, James and Sirius to the large group showers. Remus could taste his heart in his throat. what would happen if James and Sirius saw the scar tearing down his thighs and groin? would they know it was a bestial attack of a werewolf? Would they cease talking to him for his flaw? What would they think?
While Remus faced his dilemma, the other two boys--well, rather James, while Sirius only had to whip off the towel-- undressed from their clothing and slid under the steaming, soothing jets of water. The water slid over Remus' bare feet, taunting him towards the depths, yet he simply wrapped his towel around his waist, knotting it, before slipping out of his trousers and tanktop. He showered exactly like that, attempting to avoid the looks James and Sirius flashed towards him, chuckling slightly at the odd image.
"Lookin' forward to classes, though..." Sirius started
to get off the looks towards his werewolf friend, his hands scrubbing soap
into his handsome face and he continued, "Transfiguration first, with McGonagall...
She's head of our House so it should be cake... Defense Against the Dark
Arts with Ravenclaw... Potions with...urk... Slytherin... Herbology with
Hufflepuff and to finish the day, History of Magic... Tomorrow we start
Flying class... Sounds wicked, eh, mates?" He did not wait for an answer
as he tended his hair under the currents of the hot water.
...
Dressed and bathed and ready for breakfast, the four boys traveled down towards the Great Hall for a meal. To satisfy the silence, James told the other three about himself and a bit about what he enjoyed; he had been training on a broom with his father for years, apparently... and he, like the other three, was born of witch blood on both sides. Remus was not surprised, save for Peter, as the boy seemed terrified to go to his classes, claiming he was not a very quick learner. Sirius nulled his fears with Remus and James offering their help, as well as his own.
Citrus and Vanilla licked his features and he ceased his steps, nearly forcing Peter to stumble into him on the stairs. Walking a flight below them, was the lovely scarlet-hair of the girl Remus had seen in Diagon Alley... The girl he dreamed of most recent. His thoughts lost all meaning for the time being... That is, until James let out a whistle, silent, to all ears but his friends. Remus blinked and looked up, colour draining from his features at James' bold words, a smile on his face.
"I'm going to marry Evans when I'm older. I love that girl." Remus felt his heart break. He could not possibly dream of being with his red-headed angel with James fancying her, as well. He sulked his shoulders slightly, looking after the girl as she disappeared towards the Hall and James went on to tell them, animated with his arms, how he had seen her on the train the previous night... Remus was not hungry anymore and he suddenly wished his twin brother was at his side...
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End of the Chapter... I know, it's short and... crappy, but it offered a bit of sorrow and disappointment for Remy... so it is all good. Chapter up when I get motivated... Help with Comments!