I'm tremendously bored so I'm updating AGAIN! And no cookies for anyone new. And whoever flamed Broken Mending, coughHallie Bellecough, You've Got a lot of nerve! We'll see whose laughing when I publish my book! No flamers unless you want to die a horrible, horrible death. Jerks. Here's the stupid 4th Chapter, like you care. I may just discontinue this if people don't review!

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Chapter 4: Back to Basics

After the Sorting and the annual banquet, Remus practically ran to his dormitory. Once again the four beds were in the same place, everyone's things were they were last year. Every little memory about the last few years returned to the werewolf's mind as he jumped on to his bed, burying his face in the soft pillows. It even smelled the same. He picked up his black leather journal, which was almost completely full, and his self-inking quill. Without looking up, at the first blank page he began to scribble his feelings out on the paper, knowing exactly where each line was.

It helped him feel less of a strain on his heart, but not as much as telling probably would. Then again, telling people would make matters worse, no doubt. Remus could just picture is now. "Oh My GAWD! That Lupin freak is GAY!" That would improve things, oh yeah.

Moony barely looked up when Wormtail entered with a grin on his face that could only be explained by the number of pumpkin juices he had drank at dinner.

"C'mon Remus, the beginning of the party for the Quidditch team is about to begin!" he yelled, grabbing some Wizard Woozers from his trunk.

"You're forgetting that I'm not on the team." The werewolf returned as his pillow still muffled his speech.

"… Yea, so? You have the best damn cheering voice from the stands. The whole team can hear you!"

"Thanks but no thanks, Peter. I don't feel up to it right now."

Peter smiled wholeheartedly and with a sigh began looking for more poppers.

The main reason that Remus didn't want to go to the party was that. Sirius would be there. Remus acted so strange around him and was so insecure that his soul rattled. The other reason didn't want to go to the party was because Padfoot's fan club would be there. Despite not being able to face Padfoot on his own anymore, the millions of girls ogling him made poor Moony feel like crying.

There were a few reasons Remus hadn't tried out for Quidditch. The first and foremost was heights, which scared the werewolf to death. The second and slightly more recent on his mind was the hygiene. Showers. Public ones. Prongs, being the team captain and seeker got his own shower, but Peter and Sirius, being the beater and chaser, did not. They both would be buck naked along with all the other guys on the team and would be covered with soapsuds, making their skin shine. Moony nearly passed-out just thinking about this side of his dreamed-to-be lover. He certainly would go insane if he joined the team and would fall on the floor in fits of seizures.

Wormtail sat down at the end of the werewolf's bed, smiling and full of pity. "Moony, we're all really worried about you. Ever since 3rd year you've been distancing yourself more and more. You're a lot more shy and quiet. I realize that since you're a werewolf it may be normal, and maybe not everything's going for you right now, but please tell me if something's wrong. I'm your friend and you can tell my and the guys anything without being judged."

Lupin looked up with deep amber eyes at the boy with a slight look of surprise and quiet wonder, debating whether he should say something or not. "Peter… thank you but nothing's wrong. I will tell you when I figure out if something is thought." His amber eyes dropped to his pillow again.

Wormtail smiled with a very knowing gleam in his eyes as he said, "Don't worry, Moon. You'll get up the courage." And he left the werewolf wondering.

After Peter left, Remus put away his scribbling black notebook and his quill. He didn't bother to change before snuggling into his bed and falling asleep, thinking about his dear friends, not noticing that the dark haired scruffy 15-year-old was standing at the door, looking lovingly in at the slumbering werewolf.

With a slightly crushed sigh, the animagus whispered to himself, "Good night Rem… I wish I could tell you this, because it won't be very easy to bear much longer."

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STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! Chapter 5: Calling all Angels.