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"I'm so sorry!" Remus told her,"First he comes in and nearly destroys your
kitchen! Then, the living room!"
"You don't need to apologize for him," Petunia said,"since none of it was
your fault."
She flicked on a switch and light flooded the upstairs hall. Remus followed
her into a spacious bathroom with the color scheme of black and pink. The shower
was the size of a small pool, had wooden walls, and doubled as a sauna.
As he looked around, a bottle of white tablets was placed into one of his
hands.
"Oh, I don't really need this," he explained,"If I really had a headache,
I could get rid of it with magic."
"Then why did you lie?" asked Petunia, taking the medicine back and stowing
it in a cabinet near the ceiling. She had to climb onto the sink to reach it.
"To escape the chaos without being rude," he suggested.
She climbed down and said," Good enough reason. By the way, thanks for
getting rid of the birds back in the living room. I'm not used to those type of
shocks."
Remus took this as an invitation to discuss life as a muggle, thinking it
would give him insights about the "normal life."
"What's it like to live with Lily?" he asked.
"Fine," she replied. Petunia immediately bristled, but Remus took no notice;
he was too preoccupied with inspecting the pink ceiling.
"I wouldn't like it myself," he commented,"if I was a muggle with a magic
sibling. Isn't it frustrating when everyone assumes you're envoius of their life..."
He had ventured too far with a sensitive topic. There was a flash of long
fingers as Petunia slapped him without warning.
"Who said I was jealous of Lily?!" she snapped, not waiting for an answer.
"How DARE you speak to me about such things?!" She ran outinto the hall and slammed
the bathroom door, leaving Remus inside.
Petunia was on her way to the attic when a voice called,"Wait!"
It was her sister, standing at the end of the hall.
"Were going to eat dinner soon. I found a casserole in the freezer and it's
defrosting."
Petunia hesitated before replying stiffly," I'll be there in a few minutes."
Lily retreated.
Remus opened the door when he thought it was safe and looked out cautiously,
just to make sure. There was nobody in the hall, so he hurried downstairs and into
the living room.
"Decided to come back for me?" Sirius asked hoarsely. It sounded as if he had
screamed and yelled for a length of time, and he was still trapped. "Don't step on
my wand!"
Remus looked aside and saw the thin stick resting near his foot on the carpet.
"What makes you think I'm here to help?" he grumbled, while kneeling down and
gripping the chair anyway. It was a recliner covered in the same plaid material as
the sofa. It was also unbelievably heavy.
Remus said something under his breath that Sirius couldn't hear and continued
in an angry voice. "You know, I'm going to need some help if you ever want to get
this chair off! You can't just lie there and watch!"
Both of them worked together against gravity and it finally flipped over in the
opposite direction, bumping into a book shelf. A porcelain fairy fell off and
smashed.
"It had a metal frame," Sirius announced, coughing into a hand as he sat up.
"Exactly like your skull!" Remus muttered, then changing his tone. "No, I'm
sorry, Padfoot...I just...nevermind." His voice shuddered a bit and he suddenly
threw his arms around his friend.
"Its okay,"Sirius whispered, thinking it was about the werewolf problem,"You
won't have to go suffer forever. Surely they'll find a reversal potion someday.
Besided, the next full moon is a long month away."
Thoughts of his condition only brought Remus more grief.
"I HATE being a werewolf!" he lamented. Suddenly all of his energy was
drained.
"Hey, Sirius, can you tell Lily I don't feel like eating dinner? I need to
get some rest."
Sirius stood up, looking back at Remus in a concerned way before he left the
room.
"I'm so sorry!" Remus told her,"First he comes in and nearly destroys your
kitchen! Then, the living room!"
"You don't need to apologize for him," Petunia said,"since none of it was
your fault."
She flicked on a switch and light flooded the upstairs hall. Remus followed
her into a spacious bathroom with the color scheme of black and pink. The shower
was the size of a small pool, had wooden walls, and doubled as a sauna.
As he looked around, a bottle of white tablets was placed into one of his
hands.
"Oh, I don't really need this," he explained,"If I really had a headache,
I could get rid of it with magic."
"Then why did you lie?" asked Petunia, taking the medicine back and stowing
it in a cabinet near the ceiling. She had to climb onto the sink to reach it.
"To escape the chaos without being rude," he suggested.
She climbed down and said," Good enough reason. By the way, thanks for
getting rid of the birds back in the living room. I'm not used to those type of
shocks."
Remus took this as an invitation to discuss life as a muggle, thinking it
would give him insights about the "normal life."
"What's it like to live with Lily?" he asked.
"Fine," she replied. Petunia immediately bristled, but Remus took no notice;
he was too preoccupied with inspecting the pink ceiling.
"I wouldn't like it myself," he commented,"if I was a muggle with a magic
sibling. Isn't it frustrating when everyone assumes you're envoius of their life..."
He had ventured too far with a sensitive topic. There was a flash of long
fingers as Petunia slapped him without warning.
"Who said I was jealous of Lily?!" she snapped, not waiting for an answer.
"How DARE you speak to me about such things?!" She ran outinto the hall and slammed
the bathroom door, leaving Remus inside.
Petunia was on her way to the attic when a voice called,"Wait!"
It was her sister, standing at the end of the hall.
"Were going to eat dinner soon. I found a casserole in the freezer and it's
defrosting."
Petunia hesitated before replying stiffly," I'll be there in a few minutes."
Lily retreated.
Remus opened the door when he thought it was safe and looked out cautiously,
just to make sure. There was nobody in the hall, so he hurried downstairs and into
the living room.
"Decided to come back for me?" Sirius asked hoarsely. It sounded as if he had
screamed and yelled for a length of time, and he was still trapped. "Don't step on
my wand!"
Remus looked aside and saw the thin stick resting near his foot on the carpet.
"What makes you think I'm here to help?" he grumbled, while kneeling down and
gripping the chair anyway. It was a recliner covered in the same plaid material as
the sofa. It was also unbelievably heavy.
Remus said something under his breath that Sirius couldn't hear and continued
in an angry voice. "You know, I'm going to need some help if you ever want to get
this chair off! You can't just lie there and watch!"
Both of them worked together against gravity and it finally flipped over in the
opposite direction, bumping into a book shelf. A porcelain fairy fell off and
smashed.
"It had a metal frame," Sirius announced, coughing into a hand as he sat up.
"Exactly like your skull!" Remus muttered, then changing his tone. "No, I'm
sorry, Padfoot...I just...nevermind." His voice shuddered a bit and he suddenly
threw his arms around his friend.
"Its okay,"Sirius whispered, thinking it was about the werewolf problem,"You
won't have to go suffer forever. Surely they'll find a reversal potion someday.
Besided, the next full moon is a long month away."
Thoughts of his condition only brought Remus more grief.
"I HATE being a werewolf!" he lamented. Suddenly all of his energy was
drained.
"Hey, Sirius, can you tell Lily I don't feel like eating dinner? I need to
get some rest."
Sirius stood up, looking back at Remus in a concerned way before he left the
room.
