Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Remus, Sirius, James, or Severus. Tough world, huh? None of them are mine...except in dreams. : P (peter I can do without...)
Author's note-Hmm...my chapters are kinda short, huh? Oh, by the by--Thank you very much for your reviews! I hope this story is very much to your liking and that it only gets better from here on out.
THE FOLLOWING IS IN REMUS'S HANDWRITING
"Oh...Sorry," James muttered, towel around his waist.
I quickly sat back from Sirius and blushed. I knew Sirius and James went out before, but I still didn't think it polite to be embracing a boy in front of a dormmate, much less an ex. Sirius laughed and James cleaned his ears out with an extra towel, pretending nothing happened.
"So, Remus, I was thinking about the Animagi problem and I thought that perhaps we should focus on just Siri and I before we worry too much about Peter's failiure at the whole thing," he commented casually, putting on his clothes.
"I think that'd be best," Sirius added, wiping his face, also ignoring that a second ago we were in an emotional muck. I tried to follow suit.
"Well...no. Personally, I'd like it a lot better if you two would avoid the whole mess in general," I replied, standing up and leaning against the bureau. "As lovely as it would be to have you two with me, I'd be at my very worst--I wouldn't even be able to recognize you. I could hate you as a werewolf and kill you--I don't want to take any chances, James."
"For some reason I have my doubts about that, Remus," James laughed. "Even as a werewolf you have some humanity in you."
'Don't be too sure," I answered grimly. "I just don't want to hurt anyone."
"And we don't want you to hurt yourself, so let us handle it! Werewolves are only a harm to people, not a dog and a stag," Sirius continued, putting down the pillow and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Trust us to do these things right. We know what we're doing."
"...Sirius," I whispered, " I don't want you to see me at my worst."
"Well, Remus, I'll have to see you naked sometime," he responded innocently. I jumped back and heard James laugh.
"Remus, don't think about it too much. We'll handle things. Besides, I think in my gut the only one in danger of being bit is Peter, but that's stating the obvious." James always did this. He made the argument turn into gossip so one would have no idea whether to retort of laugh. One usually did the latter.
"Almost dinner, guys," Sirius muttered, looking at the clock on his table. We slipped on our robes and headed downstairs.
"What do you figure Snape's problem is?" Peter asked between mouthfuls of potatoes. I had tried not to look at him all night, which was tough because he was directly in my sight across the tables.
"Er--I dunno, Pete..." I took a sip of tea and stared at the pie on my plate. I wasn't very hungry at all, so I merely shoved it to the corner and gave it a bit of a glare.
"Angry at chicken, Moons?" Sirius laughed.
" Not very hungry is all."
James raised his eyebrows and turned around to see Snape stabbing his broccoli.
"Oh..." James muttered.
" What's that supposed to mean, James?" Sirius barked.
James looked at me and then back at his plate. "Nothing, Sirius. Keep eating."
There were many times during my life when I wondered with all my might what James one soft spot with Severus was all about. This was one of them. While James would be the head of the group when it came time to torture Snape, he would take a back seat and calm others down when the subject of Severus's sexuality or relationship with me came up. It wasn't recent, I noticed, because ever since he found out, he'd have that one moment of regret. I thought, perhaps, that it was because James, being bisexual, found it hypocritical to torture someone for their sexual preference. Then I thought it may be just his way of making up for all the other unnecessary pain we caused him. Or maybe just James doing his 'random hero' bit. I never really was sure, though.
All I could be sure of, however, was that I was eternally grateful to James for his hesitations in situations like these. I was indebted to him for his silence and benevolence when matter of Severus's heart came up. Neither he nor I ever meant for things like this to happen, and I think the most unspoken, mutual understanding we had was in situations like these, a silent 'thank you' that passed from me to him, a 'you're welcome' in esp- return.
Then Severus tapped on my shoulder.
Author's note-Hmm...my chapters are kinda short, huh? Oh, by the by--Thank you very much for your reviews! I hope this story is very much to your liking and that it only gets better from here on out.
THE FOLLOWING IS IN REMUS'S HANDWRITING
"Oh...Sorry," James muttered, towel around his waist.
I quickly sat back from Sirius and blushed. I knew Sirius and James went out before, but I still didn't think it polite to be embracing a boy in front of a dormmate, much less an ex. Sirius laughed and James cleaned his ears out with an extra towel, pretending nothing happened.
"So, Remus, I was thinking about the Animagi problem and I thought that perhaps we should focus on just Siri and I before we worry too much about Peter's failiure at the whole thing," he commented casually, putting on his clothes.
"I think that'd be best," Sirius added, wiping his face, also ignoring that a second ago we were in an emotional muck. I tried to follow suit.
"Well...no. Personally, I'd like it a lot better if you two would avoid the whole mess in general," I replied, standing up and leaning against the bureau. "As lovely as it would be to have you two with me, I'd be at my very worst--I wouldn't even be able to recognize you. I could hate you as a werewolf and kill you--I don't want to take any chances, James."
"For some reason I have my doubts about that, Remus," James laughed. "Even as a werewolf you have some humanity in you."
'Don't be too sure," I answered grimly. "I just don't want to hurt anyone."
"And we don't want you to hurt yourself, so let us handle it! Werewolves are only a harm to people, not a dog and a stag," Sirius continued, putting down the pillow and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Trust us to do these things right. We know what we're doing."
"...Sirius," I whispered, " I don't want you to see me at my worst."
"Well, Remus, I'll have to see you naked sometime," he responded innocently. I jumped back and heard James laugh.
"Remus, don't think about it too much. We'll handle things. Besides, I think in my gut the only one in danger of being bit is Peter, but that's stating the obvious." James always did this. He made the argument turn into gossip so one would have no idea whether to retort of laugh. One usually did the latter.
"Almost dinner, guys," Sirius muttered, looking at the clock on his table. We slipped on our robes and headed downstairs.
"What do you figure Snape's problem is?" Peter asked between mouthfuls of potatoes. I had tried not to look at him all night, which was tough because he was directly in my sight across the tables.
"Er--I dunno, Pete..." I took a sip of tea and stared at the pie on my plate. I wasn't very hungry at all, so I merely shoved it to the corner and gave it a bit of a glare.
"Angry at chicken, Moons?" Sirius laughed.
" Not very hungry is all."
James raised his eyebrows and turned around to see Snape stabbing his broccoli.
"Oh..." James muttered.
" What's that supposed to mean, James?" Sirius barked.
James looked at me and then back at his plate. "Nothing, Sirius. Keep eating."
There were many times during my life when I wondered with all my might what James one soft spot with Severus was all about. This was one of them. While James would be the head of the group when it came time to torture Snape, he would take a back seat and calm others down when the subject of Severus's sexuality or relationship with me came up. It wasn't recent, I noticed, because ever since he found out, he'd have that one moment of regret. I thought, perhaps, that it was because James, being bisexual, found it hypocritical to torture someone for their sexual preference. Then I thought it may be just his way of making up for all the other unnecessary pain we caused him. Or maybe just James doing his 'random hero' bit. I never really was sure, though.
All I could be sure of, however, was that I was eternally grateful to James for his hesitations in situations like these. I was indebted to him for his silence and benevolence when matter of Severus's heart came up. Neither he nor I ever meant for things like this to happen, and I think the most unspoken, mutual understanding we had was in situations like these, a silent 'thank you' that passed from me to him, a 'you're welcome' in esp- return.
Then Severus tapped on my shoulder.