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"Remus, why do you still have baby hair?"
The young werewolf, who had been very comfortably napping in his favorite armchair in the Gryffindor common room, flickered his eyes open. Peter was standing in front of him, eyeing his head strangely.
"Peter," groaned James, who was leaning against the wall by the fireplace. "You woke him up—he's sleepy, you know. Just let him be."
"Well I'm up now," Remus grumbled. He had been sleepy—the full moon was only two days ago, and while he had recovered from his injuries rather fantastically this time around, he had still missed a fair amount of sleep. "What do you mean, baby hair?"
"Well," Peter squeaked, "It's…wispy."
Sirius, who had been lying in front of the fireplace, snorted.
"Wispy? Merlin, Pete, what a word…"
"…it's true!" Peter insisted. "It's wispy…and it just sort of falls…I mean, it reminds me of my baby cousin…"
"Peter," James hissed. "You really think Remus wants to be woken up then made fun of by you of all people?"
Peter looked crestfallen. Remus could tell the boy hadn't been meaning to make fun of him, so the young werewolf gave his friend a smile.
"It's alright, Pete. It is a bit like baby hair, isn't it?" He mused, running his fingers through his sandy-brown mane. It was a bit 'wispy' and thin, and while Remus wasn't sure he had ever seen a baby up close, he had to imagine it was similar.
"Well," James began, adjusting his glasses and smirking, "That's just because you're our itty Remy."
"Cute little baby Remy," Sirius chortled. Remus rolled his eyes. "So sweet, so innocent—"
"Innocent?" Remus smirked, raising a brow. "Ah, yes, I'm so very innocent aren't I?"
James rolled his eyes. "Well, most of the time, yes. It would make sense that you have baby hair. You're nice and small—"
"—love sweets—"
"—conduct much mischief—"
"Alright," Remus said. "Enough, I get it, though if I'm all baby-like," Remus began, "Why did I find a grey hair the other day?"
Sirius looked aghast.
"Moony—you're younger than I am! You can't be going grey, because that could mean I might be going grey, and if I'm going grey…"
"You're not going grey," Remus assured his friend. "I have to imagine it's stress."
"Stress?" Quipped Peter. "Why are you so stressed?"
James shot the round boy a look. "Really, Pete?" The boy asked. "You can't think of anything that Remus could be a bit stressed about?"
Peter looked like he was deep in thought before his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened into a slight 'oh.' Remus chuckled.
"It's alright Pete…really. The fact that you could forget about all that is quite nice," he admitted. Sirius sighed dramatically, flopping on the ground next to James.
"We've done it now," he began. "Sentimental Moody returns."
"Sentimental," Remus repeated. "I am not sentimental—"
"You are the most sentimental person I know!" James exclaimed. "For my twelfth birthday, you got me the only book I've ever read cover to cover: Quidditch, Through the Ages. I mentioned once that I thought it would be interesting—and you got it for me!"
Remus rolled his eyes. "That's called thoughtfulness. You hinted that you wanted it, and so I got it for you—it's not that difficult to understand—"
"—but we aren't very thoughtful, Moony," Sirius complained. "Most teenage boys aren't," he reasoned. Remus couldn't argue with that.
"I'm no ordinary teenage boy, Sirius," he said with a rather smug look on his face.
"Oh, bugger off baby-head," the shaggy-haired boy retorted, taking the liberty to grab a pillow from the floor and throw it at Remus. The young werewolf pretended to wince.
"Ouch!" He yelped, grabbing at his arm. Sirius' eyes widened.
"Good going, Sirius," James quipped. "You've hurt him."
"Remus, I'm so sorry," Sirius said, getting up off the ground to help his friend. "I forgot, I'm sorry—HEY!"
Remus snickered and took the pillow in his hands, whacking Sirius right in the side of his head.
"Really, James?" Remus asked his friend, grinning. "You think Sirius could hurt me with a pillow? I'm not going to fall apart, you know."
Sirius pouted as he attempted to fix his hair. "I thought I had hurt you, Moony," he said quietly. "That's not funny." Sirius backed away a bit, grabbing the pillow from the floor where it had fallen.
Remus' grin vanished and was replaced with a look of worry as he stood up. "Sirius, I'm sorry, I thought it would be—OW!" He yelped. Sirius snickered—he had hit Remus square in the chest, sending him right back into the cushions of his favorite armchair.
"Two can play at that game, Remus," the boy said laughing. Remus, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, picked up a neighboring pillow and began to chase Sirius around the common room. James rolled his eyes and was about to continue his work when he saw Peter running fingers through his own straw-blond hair.
"Pete," James began, "What's the matter?" The round boy turned to face his friend, his face a bit worried.
"You don't think I have baby hair, do you?"
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