Author's Notes: I have a MAJOR writer's block problemo. Please give me suggestions! and reviews! how about both? Anyway, i hope you read this slightly stupid and boring chapter.

Disclaimer: Own Harry Potter, I do not.

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Chapter 10: Of Hormones and Boring Rooms

By the time the Christmas holidays were almost over, Remus still hadn't talked to his parents about his bite. In fact, he barely talked at all. He was sure they noticed this, but was grateful when they didn't press him. Maybe if they were the ones to bring up the painful subject somehow, it would be easier to ask them about.

But on the morning before Remus was to return to Hogwarts, he knew that the conversation would never happen. Deciding to wait until summer, he began packing his trunk. Two worn cloaks, his school uniforms, quills, parchment and textbooks were all packed halfhazardly by the distracted teen. When he finished, Remus felt that something was missing.

He sat for a moment, wondering where the sudden feeling had come from. Then it hit him. All the other boys brought things like pictures and posters. They had all personalized their part in the dorm, but he, Remus, had left his area blank and neat...and boring. Remus looked around his room again. His room suddenly appeared dull. There was nothing there that was personal, unique.

Being poor stinks, thought Remus, If only my parents had managed to keep the fortune they inherited.

Twenty years ago, the Lupins had been very wealthy. Now, all they had was a good name and a house that told of better times when money had been easy to come by. But even the name wassteadily losing it's power. Slowly but surely, the Lupins had lost the reputation of being 'stinking rich'. The year Remus turned ten, the rest of the fortune dissapeared into debt payments, along with the many fine things the house once held, and with most of his things. All had been sold. His parents no longer had enough money to buy him anything at all, beyond necessities. All that he had left were books.

A feeling of self pity blossomed in his stomach. A werewolf and poor. Could he sink any lower in society?

"Something wrong, Remmie?"

Remus jumped at the soft sound of his mother's voice.

"No, Mum." he said tersely, "Nothing's wrong."

"Remus, I'd appreciate you telling me the truth for once, instead of your normaly evasive answers."

"Sorry."

His mother laid a hand on his should,buthe turned his head away from the hand.

"Really, what is it, sweetie?"

"I said it was nothing." Remus was beginning to be annoyed at his mother's persistence.

"If it's nothing, why are you sitting there?"

"I was packing!" he said defensively.

"I was watching you for five minutes, Remus Lupin,and you certaintly didn't look like you were packing." His mother scolded.

"Mum, would you please, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Remus ended in a shout.

Mrs. Lupin froze and then got up and left without a word.

Remus growled, the regret churning his stomach annoyed him even more. Slamming the lid of the trunk, he flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. White paint. Boring. He tried staring at the wall. Blank pale blue. Not a single picture. Boring. He decided to take a nap so as not to be tortured with the drab room.

The sun was setting be the time he woke up. He smelled dinner cooking downstairs. The sun threw slightly menacing shadows over the blue walls. Remus shivered. Creepy shadows.

He stood up and stretched, trying to wake up.

Dinner was eaten in an awkward silence. Remus stared at his plate while he ate to avoid conversation. No one else tried to brake the silence. Obviously his father had been told of his rude outburst.

"Remus..." his father began.

"Yes?" Remus replied as rudely as he dared.

His father narrowed his eyes. "What's gotten into you lately? I will not tolerate that kind of behavior. The full moon is two weeks away, you don't have an excuse. Now, apologize to your mother."

Remus bit back a growl. "Sorry." he muttered.

"Excuse me? I couldn't here that. Say it louder."

"SORRY!" He yelled. He got up and stomped back upstairs.

Mr. Lupin sighed, suddenly tired. His wife lay a hand on his arm. "I'm sure it's just hormones, dear."

"He's 15, Nathalie, his hormones never made him act like this before."

"Well, I'm sure it'll pass..."

Up in his rooms, Remus put his head in his hands. Why was he acting this way? His room had never bothered him before, why now?

Maybe it IS hormones...

I'll apologize tomorrow, He decided.The young werewolfstood up and put his pajamas on.

Might as well go to sleep...

But he was still well rested from his long nap. He paced his room restlessly. After his fouteenth's pass near the bookshelf, he stopped. He reached up and took the Fellowship of the Ring off his shelf. He walked back to his bed, where he sat and read until finally falling asleep.

Author's Note: yes, i know. bad chapter. but that's what you get with writer's block. I need reviews and suggestions!

Moony