No one got the dogs can't look up thing. Ah well, it was very random. From one of my fav films! Shaun of the Dead! A rom-zom-com. Hee hee… I have seven (maybe eight) fav films. How bad is that? I can't decide between them.

If you haven't already seen it, go to see Brokeback Mountain. I came out of the cinema sobbing. The shirt… oh, the shirt!

Wasn't That A Party by the Irish Rovers (my version is, anyway), Toucha Toucha Toucha Touch Me from Rocky Horror, Yesterday by the Beatles, So Long Jimmy by James Blunt, and I Can Make You A Man from Rocky Horror. I like it.

The sun rose from its bed, slowly trundling across the vast open blankness that was the sky. Even though it was autumn in the north of the UK somewhere, a time and place that usually combine to have the foulest weather known to mankind, the sun's appearance on this day looked set to continue. The rays of light, soft and golden, left the huge gas ball and travelled across space, an eight minute journey until they reached the not so huge earth and water ball known as Earth. And those soft golden beams streamed from the sky and in through an open window, where they alightened upon a sleeping child.

"Someone turn the bloody sun off." James cracked one eye open warily, wincing and swearing when the voices in his head decided to complain. Rather strenuously.

He felt like shit. No, worse than that. He didn't know what was worse, but that was what he felt like. Every inch of his skin felt hyper sensitive. There was something sticking into his arse… his questing hand probed, and held it closer to his face… a Twiglet. Damn thing. His mouth felt like he'd eaten his own vomit, and his tongue felt like it needed to be shaved. It stuck it out and stared at it. Even though it was just a blur, it looked a strange green colour.

"Coulda been the whiskey, mighta been the gin. Coulda been the three or fourth six pack, I don't know, but a look at the mess I'm in… my head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die… coulda a been me oh me oh my. Wasn't that a party…" James stopped as a cushion connected with his head.

"Stop singing or I'll castrate you." James twisted his head painfully and squinted. There was a blur sat in front of him, a blur that James had seen often enough to be recognisable. Sirius was huddled up, arms wrapped around something.

"Wassat you got?" James croaked.

"Hot water bottle and ice pack."

James frowned, letting his eyes slide shut again. "Huh? Hot an' cold? They're opposites, won't work."

"Sod off. It does for me."

James sat up, holding his stomach in a desperate attempt to stop last night's party being thrown across the floor. "I feel like dying."

"Sick bag's there." Sirius didn't even bother to point.

"Huh?" James peered around, for the first time taking in his surroundings. The shapes didn't seem to make any sense though. "Where're we?"

"Common room." The new voice, cheery, healthy, and very obviously not hungover, made them both groan.

"Remus, I hate you."

"'S not fair. You should feel like shit."

Remus leant over them, placing glasses onto James' nose and bringing the world into too sharp a focus. "Oh, and I do," he said distractedly. "Watching you two feel like this makes me feel bloody awful."

"Why am I in the common room?" James held one hand to his head, thinking that maybe putting pressure on it would relieve the pain. It didn't.

"You fell asleep down here last night." Remus flopped into the chair facing them, curling his legs under him. "Sirius and I managed to get upstairs."

A throaty chuckle emanated from the mass that was Sirius, and James could have sworn he saw a blush cross the healthy cheeks of Remus. Maybe… maybe he imagined it.

"Where's Pete?"

"Wazzat?" A pile of indeterminate clothing rose slightly, revealing Peter's form. He pressed a hand to his head, and groaned. "I feel awful."

"That'll teach you to never drink again," Remus said with a condescending tone.

"That's what you think." Sirius shuffled over so that he could lean against the chair, and Remus began to stroke through his hair (AN- really must stop rhyming). "Jamie's birthday is soon, and we're having another party then."

"Nah, it's bad for my sanity."

They all turned to Peter. "Whaddya mean?"

The rat shrugged. "I had a strange dream last night. I woke up, needed the loo, went upstairs, and someone was singing in our dorm."

James noticed that Remus' hand had stopped moving, and he now looked rather pale. "What were they singing?"

Peter began to sing. Badly. "Toucha-toucha-toucha-touch me, I want to be dirty. Thrill me chill me fulfil me, creature of the night."

Remus leapt up. "I'm going to have breakfast. See you guys later."

James frowned. He knew something was up… all the pieces were there, and there was a little guy in the corner of his head jumping up and down waving a flag. But nothing was making sense…

"Jamie, you look constipated."

"'m thinking."

"Don't. The world might collapse."

"I'm gonna throw up." Peter's face had taken on a green tinge, and both the boys pointed at the stairs.

"Go upstairs."

The rotund boy stumbled away, and the room fell silent. James stared upwards, letting the headache strike in full force. That was the one bad point about drinking. There was the point that he could go to Madame Pomfrey, and ask her for a cure, but she'd lecture him and report him to the Headmaster. Who wouldn't exactly take to the idea of the Head Boy drinking. Everyone knew it went on, but no one was open about it.

"D'you think Lily'll ever talk to you properly?"

"Yeah. Moony's advice seems to work. We had a proper conversation the other day."

Sirius turned to look at James. "What about?"

"Her hair."

Sirius sniggered. "Very deep."

"What day is it?"

"Sunday."

James nodded, and gave a strangled scream. "It would be easier if my head just fell off, coz it wouldn't hurt as much."

Sirius nodded sagely. "Yesterday…"

"All my troubles seemed so far away."

"Now they look as though they're here to stay."

"Oh I believe in yesterday." James stretched, letting all his bones pop into position. "That always seemed such a stupid song. Obviously you've got to believe in yesterday. Otherwise, what was that what you just lived through?"

"Maybe it was a figment of your imagination." Sirius stood. "Maybe I'm not really real…" Sirius then began to act like a prat, dancing up and down and waving his hands in front of James' eyes. "Hee hee, I'm not really real… Ow!" Sirius pouted after the hit James landed on his head.

"It's too early in the goddamn day for you. I'm going to take a shower, see if that helps with my head."

Sirius collapsed into the chair, waving his hand in dismissal. "So long, Jimmy, so long, though you only stayed a moment we all know that you're the one. Singing, so long, Jimmy, so long, sure we're glad for the experience, we miss you now you're gone."

James pointed one finger. "Do not call me Jimmy."

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Remus sat at the table, picking up several pancakes and sausages. He was hungry. Always was after drinking the night before.

"Remus, how the hell can you eat all of that?"

He smiled at Lily as she sat opposite him, rubbing her eyes wearily. "Quite easily."

"I know I drunk about one tenth of what you did, and yet I have a hangover and you don't."

"Guess I'm just naturally lucky."

Lily grunted. "Perhaps. Where's James and the others?"

Remus smirked as he raised a bit of pancake to his mouth. "James?"

The blush that spread across her cheeks was worth the kick she landed on his shins. "Shut it, Lupin."

"They're upstairs, nursing king size hangovers. James' tongue looked slightly green, so I'm a bit worried. Sirius seems alright."

Lily fiddled with her robe, tugging at one stray thread on her sleeve. "Yeah, well, he managed to actually get into the dorm, didn't he?"

Remus nodded, speaking with his mouth full. "Um… yeah."

"It was weird, last night."

"What bit?"

"When I went to sleep, I could have sworn I heard something howling inside the castle."

Remus began to apportion food to three other plates, anticipating the arrival of the other Marauders. "Probably just one of the ghosts."

"Mm, yeah." Lily smiled lazily. "Would never have taken you to been one to party."

"Usually, I'm not. But it was my party, and I am a Marauder. I had to get drunk." Another bite was raised to his mouth. "The others would have been very disappointed in me if I'd stayed sober the whole night."

"The other two were drunk almost straight away."

"Oh, they weren't. It's just easier for them to act drunk. When they came over to speak to you that was practically sober." The blush that crossed Lily's cheeks did not go unnoticed by the werewolf, and he smiled. "I heard James singing for you."

"He's a prat," she said automatically.

"Yes. But even prats can be loved."

She looked up in annoyance. "Remus, I do not love him."

"OK." He spoke placidly, taking another bite and slowly masticating.

"You're intolerable, you know that?" Lily took a graceful sip from her beaker. "So, I might be beginning to think that he wouldn't be the worst choice in the world."

"Haven't you got a boyfriend?"

She made a face. "Yeah. Jason Cook. A weakling, weighing ninety-eight pounds… And soon in the gym, with a determined chin, the sweat from his pores as he works for his cause will make him glisten and gleam, and with massage and just a little bit of steam… He'll be pink and quite clean. He'll be a strong man."

Remus smiled over his coffee. "Oh, honey! But the wrong man!"

Lily began to count off on her fingers. "He'll do press-ups and chin-ups, do the snatch, clean, and jerk. He thinks dynamic tension must be hard work. Such strenuous living, I just don't understand." She then proceeded to hit her head on the table, skilfully avoiding the plate of eggs. "I hate this singing."

"At least you can sing. And don't sound like a strangled frog."

This response made Lily lift her head. "Why? Who does?"

"Peter."
She chuckled, and stared at Remus. "Who are you going out with?"

"No one."

"Come off it." A croissant was pointed in his direction. "I have never seen you so happy. Someone has captured the heart of Mr Remus John Lupin, and I intend to find out who."

"Well, good luck with that." Remus stood, a piece of toast in his hand. "I'm going to the library. There's a book I want to read."

I'm going to keep on with this. Go on deviantart and set up accounts! You can post writing. And see my loverly frogs! (don't ask) I'm oz-nuriko on there.