Remus Lupin does not want a flea collar
"Hey, Remus, got a problem?"
For the fifth time in two days, Siruis caught his friend scratching randomly at himself. The logical one of the group glared and shook his head. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he knew he had to find a solution to his problem.
"Look, Siri, there is nothing wrong with me. I'm just fine."
"I don't think so. Looks to me like you've got–"
"Don't you dare say it."
"Say what?"
"You know what!"
"What that you've got–"
"SIRIUS! I swear to –"
"FLEAS! Remus Lupin has fleas." Sirius gave Remus a mischievous look, and took off through the dorms, screaming for all he was worth that Remus had fleas. James laughed his head off, as did Peter. Remus pushed them off the bed and sat there scratching some more.
"Oi! Shut your trap!"
James looked at Sirius and Peter and grinned. He grabbed his wand and pointed it at a bracelet that was laying on the ground, and transfigured it.
"Oh Remus!" James singsonged, "Here, thought you might need this," He handed it to the werewolf.
Remus took the transfigured object and threw it at James.
"I DO NOT NEED A FLEA COLLAR YOU IDIOT!"