Yes I know...this chapter was short too. Have fun reading though. Please review! Oh yes... The reason Remus is slightly insane is because his lack of sleep.

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September 2nd 1993

It's five in the morning. Couldn't get to sleep. Need sleep. What's that beeping? It's not time to get up! Need sleep desperately. No. I need to get up. It's my fist class in four hours. No more sheep. Can't count sheep any more. Keep having disturbing images of them turning into lamb chops. Need...get...up.

Within two minutes of getting his journal out, Remus Lupin was fast asleep, alarm beeping and all. Two hours later, he awoke tired, grouchy and with a head ache. He grabbed his clock, which was still beeping and checked it.

IT'S SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! Must get down stairs. No time to waste.

Remus scrambled out of bed to get ready for a day that already promised to be a long one. Down stairs the teachers where sitting at the big peoples table and were discussing the classes that would start in an hour. Most of the students had already finished their breakfasts and were taking a back to school tour of the school. All the occupants of the big peoples table heads snapped to the doorway as the schools newest teacher tripped on the bottom stair of the staircase he was running down and with one bag swinging dangerously from his hand, fell flat on the floor. Hagrid picked him up by his collar and set him on his feet while swinging a dead polecat from the other hand. He came across considerably perky for someone who had only two hours of sleep. Remus slightly swayed as the giant let go of him. He slowly dragged his feet to the large table and slumped down into his seat. He grabbed the goblet in front of him with a shaky hand and took a sip. It wasn't pumpkin juice. He gagged and coughed as the teachers watched with amused expressions.

"What is this?"

"Coffee!" Flitwick answered. "It's essential that Hogwarts teachers drink it." The midget teacher pretty much pulled himself onto the table to reach the sugar and then added what seemed like a cup to his coffee. Hagrid and the few remaining students left. Remus pulled his journal out and began to write in it again.

I think this is a trick that they play on all the new teachers. Maybe it's poisonous... Dumbledore the stag hater would be behind it for sure. Though all the other teachers don't have a problem drinking it. Perhaps I should add sugar to this so-called coffee...

Remus took another sip of the so accused 'poison' and added a spoon of sugar in it. This was repeated thirteen more times in the next five minutes until the coffee reached the average consistency of syrup. After draining the coffee/sugar he felt a strange energy burst. Never had he felt so energetic and excited. The three remaining teachers (McGonagall, Snape and Flitwick) exchanged frightened glances as Remus sprang from his chair and sprinted out of the great hall.

Wowwwww... I love this coffee! Need more coffee! Coffee, coffee, coffee...

And so it went on until the third hundred coffee was written. It was five minutes later and an hour till his first class started when the usually calm and bookwormish teacher found himself skipping down a deserted corridor. Behind him and tailing him were Snape and Flitwick. McGonagall sent them to make them to make sure that the caffeine high werewolf wouldn't hurt himself. Remus skidded into an abrupt halt. He looked behind him to see Snape and Flitwick whistling innocently. Pulling out his journal, he began writing while skipping.

Snape and Flitwick are trailing me. McGonagall must have sent them. They're murders! They want my head on that wall too. Sirius had house elf heads on his wall. James had gone to his house once and came back telling stories of how he charmed the heads to laugh when Mr. Black walked by...

While writing in the small book, Remus failed to notice the wall coming closer and closer. WHAM! Snape rolled his eyes as they approached the unconscious defense against the dark arts teacher. He checked his watch. Twenty minutes till his class started. Snape conjured a stretcher and they pulled Lupin onto it.

"Well, Flitwick squeaked, "At least he got some sleep!"