A/N - I almost NEVER write MWPP, but this just sort of floated into my head. I needed to get it out so I could move on with my story 'Foreshadowing the Past that so many people are patiently waiting on.

Late Night

Remus Lupin opened his eyes when he felt/saw the harsh light that streamed over his face. The hangings of his bed had a gap where they came together, allowing the light from James's wand in.

Sirius and James were trying their best to be quiet here in the early hours of the pre-dawn morning, but Remus still had enough of the wolf coursing through his blood to pick up the softest of sounds. He could see them through the gap in the red velvet that enclosed his bed; they were rummaging through James's trunk, obviously searching for whatever tools they would need for the nighttime entertainment. He could pick up no unusual smells, which meant that either his wolf senses were too far receded to detect them, or that his friends' plans did not include dung bombs or destructive potions this time.

Remus tried not feel a pang of jealousy at the fact that he was not being included in their little after hours foray into the castle. He knew that would have gladly welcomed his company at any other time, but he had been a fully-fledged werewolf less than twenty-four hours ago, and was still weak and in need of rest. His skin itched terribly, as it always did in the day or so after the full moon, and he absently scratched his chest, careful to be quiet about it. He wondered briefly were Peter was, and then dismissed the thought almost immediately. Sirius and James tolerated the other boy willingly enough when Remus was also with them, but never really sought him out unless they needed Peter's animagus form to aid them in their special brand of mischief. It wasn't that they didn't like Peter, it was just that James and Sirius were as close as brothers, and Remus knew that he and Peter, though close friends of theirs, would never share that kind of bond with them.

No. Tonight was a Potter and Black exclusive. Remus could hear them briefly argue, then chuckle over something. He could just make out James raising his arms in the air for a moment, and the swirl of a cloak before both boys disappeared from his sight. The pool of light from James's wand cast a strange glow on the stone floor for a moment before he heard a whispered, "Nox," and the light was extinguished.

The door to the room opened slowly to keep it from creaking, as it was wont to do, and the two other boys slipped out, leaving the room still and quiet once more. Remus closed his eyes again, wondering sleepily what sort mischief his friends were off to commit, before sleep reclaimed him. His last thought before sinking back into dreams was that, if he knew James and Sirius (and he did), whatever they were up to now would become evident in it's own time. The thought made him smile.