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CHAPTER SEVEN
Remus was usually very considerate of others needs. Which is why his roommates nearly suffered collective heart attacks when he strolled in crooning a love song at five in the morning.
" – ♫ only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in lo -"
"Why in the name of all things sacred, namely my beauty sleep, are you singing old Elvis songs at this ungodly hour?!" yelled Sirius. James contributed by hurling a pillow at Remus' head. Peter just turned over and gave a loud snore. Remus, unperturbed, continued singing and waltzed his way into the bathroom, chucking the pillow back at James along the way.
"Have a good date, Moony?" James called sarcastically.
"Prongs, if he's singing love songs, I think it's pretty safe to say the date went fairly well," Sirius said seriously (oh look! A pun!).
James stared at him in disbelief. "Go back to sleep. You're smarter that way."
"All righty," Sirius said good naturedly. He flopped back onto his four poster and began to snore. James pulled the covers over his head and was soon asleep. Remus floated out a minute later. He'd finished his first tune and was onto yet another Elvis classic that no one can name nowadays. He climbed into bed, and fell asleep with an easy smile plastered across his face. Everything was peaceful.
At least, it was peaceful until approximately 7:14 AM, at which point shrieks coming from the lake split the air.
"Women and children first!" James yelled, sitting bolt upright in bed, glasses askew.
"James, mate, it's just the Slytherins!" shouted Sirius, giving James a good shake.
"Come on, slowpokes, I want to see the mayhem!" Remus hollered.
"Eager beaver," James muttered, pulling on some pants.
"Let's go let's go let's go!"
"ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT I'M COMING DON'T HAVE AN IGUANA!"
"Cow."
"What?"
"Don't have a cow."
"I'm not the one having a cow, you are!"
"But – oh, never mind."