A Little White Lie
The day went by in sort of a blur. Sirius and Sophie were so tired that they could barely function. During defense against the dark arts, Professor Nettle had to throw an ice cube at Sirius to wake him up after he had drifted off to sleep on Molly Prewitt's shoulder.
Needless to say, Sirius and Sophie weren't the only ones dozing classes. Neither Sirius nor Sophie knew why, but Remus somehow scarred and bandaged had fallen asleep and off of his chair in transfiguration and had to be to the hospital wing.
"Remus, are you alright? How'd you get those cuts and where were you last night? I knew Sirius had detention but where were you? You didn't get detention in something did you? I mean, you're, well, you're... perfect!" James asked Remus at dinner that night.
"Perfect. That's the last thing I'll ever be." Is what Remus wanted to say, but he really said, "Um... yeah I did get it. Peeves set me up by dropping a dungbomb near Filch's office where I happened to be walking by. Filch gave it to me alright..." Remus lied. He looked at his bruised and gashed hands. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to tell James and Sophie and Sirius and Peter. He wanted to tell them that he was... a werewolf. But he couldn't... he wouldn't... they wouldn't understand... no one understood.
The day went by in sort of a blur. Sirius and Sophie were so tired that they could barely function. During defense against the dark arts, Professor Nettle had to throw an ice cube at Sirius to wake him up after he had drifted off to sleep on Molly Prewitt's shoulder.
Needless to say, Sirius and Sophie weren't the only ones dozing classes. Neither Sirius nor Sophie knew why, but Remus somehow scarred and bandaged had fallen asleep and off of his chair in transfiguration and had to be to the hospital wing.
"Remus, are you alright? How'd you get those cuts and where were you last night? I knew Sirius had detention but where were you? You didn't get detention in something did you? I mean, you're, well, you're... perfect!" James asked Remus at dinner that night.
"Perfect. That's the last thing I'll ever be." Is what Remus wanted to say, but he really said, "Um... yeah I did get it. Peeves set me up by dropping a dungbomb near Filch's office where I happened to be walking by. Filch gave it to me alright..." Remus lied. He looked at his bruised and gashed hands. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to tell James and Sophie and Sirius and Peter. He wanted to tell them that he was... a werewolf. But he couldn't... he wouldn't... they wouldn't understand... no one understood.