"So, what are we going to do this summer? Like, other than this."

"And other than sweating to death," Sirius added.

It was mid-July, and the other three marauders and I were babysitting Bill and Charlie, Molly's two sons because her entire family was all working all day to try and raise as much money for a new house as possible.

Because of this, James's parents had offered to look after the two young boys, then insisted that James invite us over to do it with him for a 'learning experience'.

I didn't mind it. Bill and Charlie were both well-behaved and therefore easy to look after, especially between four people. Bill was old enough to do his own thing, and James had printed out magical colouring-in sheets for him to complete, which he loved, meaning all we had to do was, every ten minutes, pretend to be impressed by his colouring in skills when he presented the finished work to us, then print up a new one for him.

Charlie was a bit younger and therefore a little harder to look after, but Molly had left loads of toys at the Potters' place for him, which kept Charlie entertained for pretty much the entire time.

The only problem we faced was when the boys were both hungry around midday. Bill was able to verbalise that he was hungry by simply saying, "Is it lunchtime!?" but Charlie just made his way to the kitchen and pointed at the pantry, saying, "Food! Food! Food!"

"Uh, Mum, do you reckon you could make something to eat for the kids?" James called out.

"This is a learning experience, James! You four can do it!" Euphemia called out from the living room.

"But they're little kids, I don't know what they can eat!" James cried, standing up.

I heard Euphemia sigh, then she walked out to where we were in the kitchen. "Just make them sandwiches."

"Can you do it, we're all sixteen, remember?" said James.

"I'm fifteen," Peter added.

"You can make sandwiches by hand," said Euphemia.

"Mum, you could make six sandwiches in less than six seconds," James said.

"Eight sandwiches. Could you make one for Dad and I, too?" said Euphemia, and James gave her an annoyed look. "It's a learning experience. Alright, thanks, James. Have fun, boys!"

"Bill, Charlie, I'm really sorry, but there's going to be a bit of a wait for your food," said Sirius as we began to grab food out of the pantry.

"Come on, it's not that hard," I said, laying sixteen slices of bread on the kitchen bench and grabbing a butter knife from the drawer. "I'll butter the bread, then Sirius, you put the ham and cheese on it, James, you cut the tomato and put that on, then pass the sandwiches to Peter who will put the lettuce on then put the bread together and cut the sandwich."

"Alright, Sandwich King," said Sirius, bringing the ham and cheese across the bench to stand next to me, then stroking his hand down my arm. He leant into me and whispered into my ear, "You're so hot when you take charge like that, Moony, holy hell."

My face heated up and my stomach flipped so much that I dropped a slice of bread on the floor.

"It's fine, no one will know," said James, swooping down to pick up the bread and placing it in front of me again. I spread the butter on the first two slices, then handed it to Sirius, then buttered the rest, and by the time I was finished, Peter only had two sandwiches left to finish, and soon we were at the dining table with Bill, Charlie, and James's, all eating a sandwich each. It wasn't gourmet by any means, but it tasted good enough, and it meant that Bill and Charlie weren't hungry anymore and they could get back to playing with toys and doing colouring-in sheets.

"You four are wonderful at this," said Euphemia. "Maybe you should all get a muggle job this summer? Babysitting, perhaps?"

"I'm good," said James.

"Oh, come on, all my muggle-born friends did it when I was in school, so I tried it one summer," said Euphemia. "It was loads of fun, and once I converted the muggle money, I worked out that I got two sickles an hour! You guys would get six sickles an hour these days, though. How good is that!?"

"Mum, we don't want to do more babysitting," James said. "I think looking after these two is enough."

"Oh, alright," said Euphemia. "But let me know if you've changed your mind!"

"Alright, Mum, thanks," said James, and Euphemia smiled at him and then left us to mind Bill and Charlie.

Within a week, Euphemia had bugged all four of us marauders enough to get a muggle job that we'd just given up and were all sitting in James's room making resumes to apply for a job somewhere.

"This is stupid," James grumbled. "I don't have any job experience, what am I supposed to write?"

"I dunno," said Sirius. "They're muggles, just write your name and date of birth really big. They'll buy it."

"Alright, this is good enough, should we go into town now?" said James, closing the lid to his ink bottle and holding out his practically empty piece of parchment.

"You need to apply to multiple places, James," said Euphemia. "And you need to leave contact details, put our address on there."

"Our address?" James repeated. "What, so they can break into our house?"

"Muggles need addresses to deliver mail, James," said Euphemia.

"Oh, what?" said James, scribbling his address onto the parchment. Sirius wrote James's address on his parchment as well, Peter wrote his address, and I wrote mine.

Euphemia drew her wand and did the doubling charm a few times on each of our parchments, then we all took our own to go up to the muggle town near Godric's Hollow. We walked into the shopping area, and we just gave our resumes to every single place.

To my surprise, I received a letter the very next day from a place called Wimpy.

Dear Remus Lupin,

Thank you for applying for a job with Wimpy. We currently have a few vacant positions and would like to invite you for an interview at the restaurant tomorrow (Friday, July 23rd) afternoon at 5:15 pm.

Hope to see you there,

Ben Jones, Assistant Manager at Wimpy Barnstaple

"Mum, are you there?" I called out.

"I'm in the living room, Remus, I'm watching Oliver," Mum called out.

I stood up with the letter and walked into the living room to find my mum sitting on the sofa watching the television, where a bunch of kids were singing about food.

"What's Wimpy?" I asked.

"Ah, Wimpy?" said Mum, looking at me. "It's a restaurant."

"Is it good?" I asked.

"It's alright," Mum shrugged. "It's not fancy. Why?"

"I have a job interview there tomorrow," I said.

"Really?" said Mum. "Weren't your resumes pretty much nothing?"

"Yeah," I said. "I don't know if any of the others got a letter."

"Where's the restaurant? Close by?"

"No, it's in Barnstaple, near where James lives," I said.

Mum laughed. "Lucky your dad's a wizard because otherwise, that would be a ridiculously long drive every day. What time is your interview tomorrow?"

"Quarter past five," I said, looking at the letter.

"Sounds cool," said Mum, looking back to her film.

Dad side-on apparated with me to Godric's Hollow the next afternoon at five o'clock, and I walked up to the muggle town where Wimpy was.

Once I was in the town, it took me so long to find the restaurant that I arrived one minute later than I was supposed to. There were heaps of people in the restaurant, sitting at tables mainly outside, and also queuing to get takeaway food.

There was also a group of about ten people standing outside the restaurant, most of them around my age. I felt my stomach squirm nervously, but it went away as soon as I recognised James, Sirius, and Peter within the group. I smiled and walked over to them.

"God, Moony, we were beginning to think you didn't get a letter," said Sirius. "I don't know if I'd want the job if-"

"Heeeeeyyyyyyyy everyone!"

I jumped at the voice that was coming from the doorway to the restaurant that we were standing in front of. There was a young man who looked only a few years older than me standing there. He had golden hair in a Ziggy Stardust sort of haircut, pale skin, and bright green eyes above a large grin.

"My name is Ben, and I came up with the fantastic idea to run a group interview during our busiest time because I don't want to deal with the customers!" said the man, Ben. "Alright, come on, I'll take you all out the back."

He led the group through the inside of the restaurant into a large pantry-like room, then spun around to face us, smiling wide.

"Alright, so, is everybody here? How many have we got?" Ben asked, counting us. "Oh, we're missing two, but that's their problem. We don't want them to work with us, anyway!

"So, welcome to Wimpy, we're going to be hiring five of you... so, I'm just going to run you all through what the job is about, then talk to you all individually, then give you a tour, and yeah! Does that all sound good? Good.

"To start off, let me introduce myself," said Ben. "My name is Ben Jones, I sent you all the letters you received, or gave you the phone call, yeah? I'm the Assistant Manager, and I've been working here since I was about thirteen. Anyway, enough about me, onto the job.

"Honestly, it's a fairly easy job. A pound an hour to write down what food or drinks everyone wants then give it to them when it's ready. Yeah, you don't even have to cook! How good is that!?

"Alright, yeah, that's all there is to say about the job, so first up for individual chats is... Yvonne Greene."

Ben went through everyone pretty fast. I was one of the last people, so I got to spend the time while I was waiting just talking to the other marauders.

"Alright, next up we have... Remus Lupin!" Ben cried, and I got up and followed him out into the main restaurant where he sat down at a two-person table. "Sit down, Remus. Remus... I've never heard that name before, have you?"

"Um, it's my name," I said.

"Oh, yeah, of course," said Ben, laughing. "Sooooooo, you've never had a job before? Why? You lazy?"

"Uh, maybe, but I go to boarding school, so it's kind of hard to get a job when I'm there for most of the year," I said.

"Ah, so you're after a summer job?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Mhm, mhm, and would you come back next summer?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, I suppose so," I said, knowing I'd make my mind up about that if I got the job and after I'd worked there for a bit.

"So, what year are you going into then?" Ben asked.

"Er, it'll my sixth year there," I said.

"Ah, so you're in for a rough two years with school, then?" said Ben, chuckling. "Favourite subject at school?"

"Oh, um... mathematics?" I said, saying of the only muggle school subject I could think of.

"Eugh, you like maths!?" Ben cried, leaning back in his seat. "Do you want a drink, or something, by the way? I am the assistant manager, and I'm thirsty, and it'd be rude not to offer you something as well."

"I'm alright, thanks," I said.

"OK," said Ben, standing up. "I'll be back."

He left, walking towards a fridge full of fizzy drinks, just as one of the wait staff walked out from the kitchen holding a large tray full of burgers and chips. The waitress then tripped over her own shoelaces as she passed me and dropped the food all down my back.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she cried, getting herself up.

"Oh, dear," said Ben as he walked back over to us, opening a can of fizzy drink. "Linda, can you try and wipe some of the sauce off of Remus's shirt, and I'll go ask the chefs if they can remake some of these burgers."

Ben walked over to the kitchen, and the waitress, Linda, rushed over to a counter and grabbed a huge pile of tissues.

"I'm so sorry," she said, rubbing the tissues along my shirt.

"It's fine, honestly," I said. "I can clean myself up, it's alright."

"I am so, so, sorry," said Linda as I took the tissue and began to wipe my own shirt.

"Don't worry about it," I said, giving her a smile, just as Ben came out of the kitchen with a man in a chef's outfit following him.

But the man in the chef's outfit... I recognised him, I was sure of it. I recognised his smell, too. He was a werewolf, like me. He was a chef werewolf.

He was Pea Eenis, more commonly known as 'Chef'.