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Log; COMPLETE
When; Yesterday (June 28th)
Rating; G
Characters; Remus [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocoholicremus], Sirius [sirius_danger], and James [snitch_seeker01]
Summary; Remus shows up in the city and goes to meet up with James and Sirius. In a sheet. (oh my, I've been a busy Moony, haven't I?)
Log;
Remus gathered the sheet he had been given on loan tighter around his shoulders, his other hand making sure it stayed closed about his hips. While certain friends of his who shall remain nameless quite enjoy running about quite naked at the drop of the hat, Remus did not share their sentiments. He was just quite glad that he wasn't wearing the originally proffered items of some rather lacy...somethings, that were being passed off as shorts, and a cloak with kitty ears. He never would have lived it down. In fact, it was quite likely that both James and Sirius would come back from the grave to haunt him in the afterlife, were they to perish before him.
A quick glance at the buildings surrounding the square made Remus realize that they were numbered in order going about in a circle. It wasn't long before he stood in front of building 8, trying futilely to get small pebbles to unstick from the bottom of his feet. Dashed uncomfortable, it was, but there wasn't much he could do until he found himself some proper clothing, footwear included. Finally stepping inside, he located apartment 5 and paused, shifting his sheet a few times until he had it still keeping what small shreds of dignity he still had intact while he knocked once, twice.
Sirius paced their room restlessly as he and James waited for Remus to arrive, trying to ignore the odd music that played as he did so. "What's taking him?" He growled impatiently. "He should have come straight to us! I know he's an odd one, being swayed by things like modesty and shame, but I'm sure he could have covered his bits and ran over here!"
Before James could comment on his short rant, however, there was a sharp knocking at the door. All frustration flew out the window as a grin lit Sirius's face. Leaping for the door, he yanked it open and tackled his sheet-clad werewolf to the ground. "Moony," He said, beaming face betraying what his playfully mild tone fought to hide, "you look a mess. What took you?"
James too waited impatiently for Moony to come to the flat. Things had been more out-of-order than usual. They needed their Moony to keep them in line; admitting that, though, was never an option. So, he did all he could do, and added to the odd music that played while Sirius walked back and forth. James made a point of picking up everything in his path, so that the unique 'victory music' as he called it, played each turn. At the sound of the door, James lifted his last object and followed Sirius to answer.
"ACK!!!" As soon as the door was opened, Remus found himself knocked over by an armful of enthusiastic Padfoot. Even as a human, he had far too much dog in him. It was then, as he struggled to remove a rather pointy elbow from its position in his belly button, that Remus noticed the odd music playing in the background. Strange. Was the building outfitted with speakers that played odd, digitized music?
Giving another great heave shifted Sirius enough at least for Remus to be able to breathe, which he did so quite noisily. It was then that he noticed his other friend standing in the doorway. "Hullo, Prongs. Thanks for not following Padfoot's example. I do believe I'm squashed. Has he been eating more since you've both been here?"
Rather than hit him upside the head, as he might have done with James, Sirius flattened himself against the poor boy, hoping he could get another funny noise out of his victim. "Grief eating." He explained sorrowfully. "What else could I do, being a Padfoot without his Moony? It's a good thing you showed up when you did; I dread to think what would have happened if I lost my figure."
James raised an eyebrow. "Too bad your figure has been lost for ages." James offered his hand to the crumpled Remus. "I like the look; the sheet does wonders for you mate." Hefting Remus up, they went inside, accompanied by new sounds. Ones specifically for Remus.
The helping hand was accepted most gratefully, as it meant not being in the hallway in nothing but a sheet, with one of his best mates crawling about on top of him. "Thanks kindly, James. Perhaps I should make it a fashion statement, bring back the toga and all that. However, it'd likely be a famous flop, as no one wants to see a pasty Moony in naught but a sheet." The music was starting to get a bit unnerving, changing as they walked into the room. He looked back at Sirius, who was still in the hallway, and crooked a brow. "Coming, Padfoot?"
Sprawled out in the hallway, in the kind of disgraceful manner one ends up in when having a Remus pulled out from under them, Sirius rolled onto his back and sat up to watch them head into the apartment. His inner dog wagged his tail, delighted at the music that followed Remus. It complimented theirs well.
At Remus's question, he sat up a little straighter. "What, I don't get a hand up?" All innocence. "And I must say, I think you're wrong about the toga thing. Get yourself a ring of laurels to place on your head and your stylish look will be complete."
"Forget style Padfoot, we need to talk strategy." James looked at Sirius, getting acroos just what sort of strategy was needed. "Who better to help take down a gang of vampires than Moony? A werewolf's got to be stronger, so I'd say, we have even more of an advantage now."
"You two talk amongst yourselve: make plans, the lot." James walked to the door and opened it. "I will get us cloths from this world. Try not to miss me too much. I'll be back shortly." And with a dramatic bow, he was gone.
Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Remus walked back out into the hallway once more, sheet held in one hand, the other outstretched to help Sirius up. After a great and dramatic heave to help the figure-less Mr. Black to his feet. He barely had the time to blink before James was off for clothes, hopefully ones that did not involve copious amounts of lace and other oddities. It was then that James' words caught hold. "Wh--Sirius, are you trying to tell me that you've picked a fight with VAMPIRES? And now you expect me to bail you out? How am I supposed to do that???"
"Oi, it isn't often that I'd trust you with getting clothes for us!" Sirius called after James. "Don't disappoint me!"
Satisfied, he walked back into the apartment, hanging onto the door with one hand as he waited for Moony to come back in. He couldn't help but grin as the other boy spluttered, Prongs' words sinking in. "How should I know?" He asked. "You're Moony, capable of a whole manner of things I couldn't possibly begin to understand. Diplomacy and all that. We just might need you to smooth things over a bit with these blokes so that we don't get killed or turned into undead creatures when we have a bit of fun with them, that's all."
Glaring rather ineffectually, as it was quite difficult to give a good glare when you were wrapped in naught but a sheet, Remus huffed, although he knew he'd cave. "And no doubt, along with that diplomacy, use some werewolf strong-arming, hmm? First off, the full moon was last night, and another won't be for a month. Secondly, if I did get into a fight with vampires - to save both of your necks, literally - what would stop me from attacking others? There isn't exactly a Shrieking Shack for me to lock myself in here, is there?"
"You've got us here, don't you?" Sirius tried to reason. "We've always kept you in line before. Besides, like you've said, full moon was last night. No need for that sort of thing. They just seem to think being mucked around with a bit is grounds for attacking us. We were hoping you'd be able to convince them otherwise. Not that we couldn't take them." Not even vampires would get Sirius to admit he might be a little outclassed in a fight.
Honestly, Remus wasn't sure whether to laugh or to start bashing his head against the wall at Sirius' words. Of course, in the world according to Padfoot, a vampire should not get riled for a couple of teenagers acting like the annoying gits that they are. He decided against the head-smashing, as it would just increase his post-full-moon headache, which was always agonizing without Madam Pomfrey's potions to keep it at bay. "I'll try my best, but I make no promises. And I'm only doing this because I don't want you and Prongs' necks to become vampire chewtoys."
A smile lit Sirius's face at the somewhat exasperated look on Remus's face. He lived to exasperate his Moony. "Knew we could count on you, mate." He said, plopping down on a couch nearby and nearly being startled into standing again as a new sound made itself known. "Brilliant!" Getting to his feet, he let himself fall onto the couch again and made the small "falling" noise once more. "I love this city."
Vaguely disturbed at the strange noises coming from Sirius, Remus sat down gingerly on the couch, though it didn't stop his own noise from happening. "So...the city is causing this odd thing? I wasn't sure if it was music or a bit of strange magic or something else altogether." Seemed a rather odd thing to make happen, but this was a rather odd city, at least from what he had seen so far. People of different worlds converging, though despite that there was still wizards, vampires and werewolves. Just like home, just...not.
"From what I've gathered, it seems to be the source. Stuff like this is happening to everyone here. You should SEE what happens when I break things." Grinning at the thought, he pushed a lamp off a nearby table. There it was, the music and the items. Small gold coins and an earring appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "It only started happening today, though. Some things about it... have their drawbacks."
That said, he pulled out his wand, waving it somewhat miserably as it left a stream of sparkles behind it. He tried to ignore the music. "The only reason James hasn't been on my case about it is because he's been amusing himself by picking things up."
"Sirius! What are you--don't knock that--" Before he could stop it, the lamp crashed to the floor, and all Remus could do was stare. "Wow. All day that's been happening?" It was pretty spectacular. He was somewhat tempted to see if he could do the same, but the idea of breaking something for no reason went against everything he believed in, mainly the ancient rule of Jameses and Siruses are for breaking, and Remuses are for cleaning up the mess afterwards.
"All day." He said, putting his wand away before it could brighten the room some more. "I've got myself a nice little pile of gold and random items stalked up, so we should be able to get whatever we need." Not that they wouldn't just take whatever they needed if they had to.
Well, perhaps this day of odd music and odder happenings wasn't so bad. Sirius got to indulge in his propensity towards breaking things, and he managed to provide some money for them to live off in the meantime. Now if only James would come back with some clothes for him, they'd be set for the time being. "So is there anything else I've missed? Any other magical creatures out for your blood that I should be aware of?"
"Not that we're aware of." Sirius said, leaning back and folding his hands behind his head. "Although, there is a magical creature I'm after," He snickered to himself. "The lovely Miss Simca~ I can't wait 'till her party. You'll have your work cut out for you then. Clothing is optional, you know."
Remus tilted his head to the side, peering at Sirius sideways. "Which means you're going to be strutting around like a naked peacock, trying to show off your so-called manly definition to this Simca girl, hmm?" Ah, such things could either go smashingly well, or be a right disaster. Either way, Remus would be there to pat Sirius' back when it was all over, either in congratulations or sympathy.
"Trying? Succeeding, mate! It isn't like I haven't had experience with these things, you know." Sirius scoffed, buffing his nails on his shirt and examining them with all the arrogance that was gifted to him through his bloodline. "Who knows, maybe you'll finally be able to pick up a girl yourself. All kinds of 'em here."
"Not bloody likely," Remus mumbled. Girls was something that Sirius was good at, that James liked to pretend he was good at, and that Remus was far removed from good at. Talk to her about schoolwork and what-have-you, sure, not a problem. But try asking one on a date? It was as if Remus couldn't string together words into a coherent sentence. Girls were odd, confusing creatures, and he was quite alright hanging about with his friends, avoiding such awful awkwardness. "That's quite alright, Padfoot. You've plenty enough girls for all of us combined."
"While you may have a point there, you'll never get one with an attitude like that!" Sirius said, tsking at Remus's pessimistic nature about these sorts of things. "Besides, you might get lucky and have one come to you. That way half the hard part is already dealt with." What would be the hard part for Remus, anyway. For Sirius, getting the girl was half the fun. "Who wouldn't love a great, naked, dancing Moony?" Sirius was grinning at the mere thought.
Great, naked, dancing Moony. The words made sense on their own, but not strung together like that. "There will be no naked Moony, and there certainly will not be a naked, dancing Moony. And you know quite well that a dancing Moony is far from great." Two left feet wasn't a good enough description for him when it came to such things. His body just didn't move that way, all fluid movement and confidence. He was all awkward angles and self-consciousness, more at home in the corner with a cup of punch and a book, watching out to make sure nothing too damning happened to his friends in the course of their revelry.
Padfoot had known Moony wouldn't be partaking in the clothing-optional bit, but he had to at least suggest it. Principle of the matter and what have you. "You'd be fine with a little proper instruction," he told the werewolf, "and maybe get a bit of a buzz going. There's going to be alcohol, so that shouldn't be a problem. And I can more than provide you with proper instruction." The smile that came, he knew, was all too toothy for Remus to trust, but he couldn't help himself.
That smile drove a cold chill down Remus' spine, for it held a dark portent of awful things to come, involving things like lampshades and boxer shorts and more embarrassment than Remus wanted to contemplate. "I'd rather not, Sirius. Would hate to ruin your chances with the likely quite lovely Miss Simca due to big, horrid Moony feet stomping all clumsily over yours in an attempt to move with some sort of grace."
Shaking his head in mock disappointment, Sirius heaved a gusty sigh. "Do as you please." He relented. "But don't be too shocked if I am overwhelmed by your lack of party-going-spirit and am forced to drag you out onto the dance floor to have a go myself." He'd do it, too, and he knew Remus wouldn't doubt his words for a second.
Eyes closed in resignation, hands shifting his sheet closer in an attempt to find more warmth, as James was taking an abnormally long time to find clothing. "No doubt you would, Padfoot. But no worries, I won't ruin the party atmosphere. Would be quite ungentlemanly of me to ruin a girl's party." Hopefully Sirius would be too distracted to make good on his threats, as Remus was not looking forward to looking like an idiot in front of a bunch of strangers. Not the best of first impressions.
"That it would." Still, he's have to keep an eye on the boy anyway. Remus was prone to isolating himself in social situations, and Sirius wouldn't allow it. Wallflowers weren't any fun. Then, he blinked, noticing the time. "What's taking James so long? Shouldn't take but a few minutes, unless he's coming back with a whole new wardrobe..." But then, it wasn't really James's style to enjoy shopping for clothes.
A yawn snuck up on him, all tricky like yawns were wont to be, which he stifled with the back of his hand. The tolls of the previous night were weighing heavily on Remus, now that he was back in a place that was not familiar, but with Sirius and James there, it made him relax. "Padfoot, I do believe I'm going to fall asleep right here, on this couch, in this sheet." His eyelids drooped and blinked open again, as if to emphasize his point.
"You are not." Sirius said, standing up. "You'll fall asleep in a proper bed so soon after the full moon if I have anything to say about it." With that, before Remus could protest, he swept the boy up and carried him to the bed he'd been using. "James can take the couch." He said with a grin, setting Remus down and flopping onto the bed James had claimed as his own.
Remus only made a token protest, too tired to put up too much of a fight, and if it meant a soft bed to sleep in, he wasn't about to start complaining. "He's not going to be happy about this," he said as he was laid down on one of the bed's, though between his sleepy drawl and the way that he was nuzzling the pillow, it came out as an unintelligible mumble. A moment later he was completely gone in the land of dreams, body and features finally loosening from their usual tenseness, relaxed in sleep.
Sirius smiled to himself as Remus fell asleep. It was always nice to see his friend so relaxed, not on edge about anything, not in pain... The sight calmed something inside Sirius as well, and he liked that feeling of peace only Moony could bring. Settling down for sleep himself, he paused. Glancing at a small clock on a nearby nightstand, he picked it up and chucked it against the wall. Grinning at the music and the sound of coins dropping to the floor, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander until he finally fell asleep.
Rating; G
Characters; Remus [
chocoholicremus], Sirius [sirius_danger], and James [snitch_seeker01]Summary; Remus shows up in the city and goes to meet up with James and Sirius. In a sheet. (oh my, I've been a busy Moony, haven't I?)
Log;
Remus gathered the sheet he had been given on loan tighter around his shoulders, his other hand making sure it stayed closed about his hips. While certain friends of his who shall remain nameless quite enjoy running about quite naked at the drop of the hat, Remus did not share their sentiments. He was just quite glad that he wasn't wearing the originally proffered items of some rather lacy...somethings, that were being passed off as shorts, and a cloak with kitty ears. He never would have lived it down. In fact, it was quite likely that both James and Sirius would come back from the grave to haunt him in the afterlife, were they to perish before him.
A quick glance at the buildings surrounding the square made Remus realize that they were numbered in order going about in a circle. It wasn't long before he stood in front of building 8, trying futilely to get small pebbles to unstick from the bottom of his feet. Dashed uncomfortable, it was, but there wasn't much he could do until he found himself some proper clothing, footwear included. Finally stepping inside, he located apartment 5 and paused, shifting his sheet a few times until he had it still keeping what small shreds of dignity he still had intact while he knocked once, twice.
Sirius paced their room restlessly as he and James waited for Remus to arrive, trying to ignore the odd music that played as he did so. "What's taking him?" He growled impatiently. "He should have come straight to us! I know he's an odd one, being swayed by things like modesty and shame, but I'm sure he could have covered his bits and ran over here!"
Before James could comment on his short rant, however, there was a sharp knocking at the door. All frustration flew out the window as a grin lit Sirius's face. Leaping for the door, he yanked it open and tackled his sheet-clad werewolf to the ground. "Moony," He said, beaming face betraying what his playfully mild tone fought to hide, "you look a mess. What took you?"
James too waited impatiently for Moony to come to the flat. Things had been more out-of-order than usual. They needed their Moony to keep them in line; admitting that, though, was never an option. So, he did all he could do, and added to the odd music that played while Sirius walked back and forth. James made a point of picking up everything in his path, so that the unique 'victory music' as he called it, played each turn. At the sound of the door, James lifted his last object and followed Sirius to answer.
"ACK!!!" As soon as the door was opened, Remus found himself knocked over by an armful of enthusiastic Padfoot. Even as a human, he had far too much dog in him. It was then, as he struggled to remove a rather pointy elbow from its position in his belly button, that Remus noticed the odd music playing in the background. Strange. Was the building outfitted with speakers that played odd, digitized music?
Giving another great heave shifted Sirius enough at least for Remus to be able to breathe, which he did so quite noisily. It was then that he noticed his other friend standing in the doorway. "Hullo, Prongs. Thanks for not following Padfoot's example. I do believe I'm squashed. Has he been eating more since you've both been here?"
Rather than hit him upside the head, as he might have done with James, Sirius flattened himself against the poor boy, hoping he could get another funny noise out of his victim. "Grief eating." He explained sorrowfully. "What else could I do, being a Padfoot without his Moony? It's a good thing you showed up when you did; I dread to think what would have happened if I lost my figure."
James raised an eyebrow. "Too bad your figure has been lost for ages." James offered his hand to the crumpled Remus. "I like the look; the sheet does wonders for you mate." Hefting Remus up, they went inside, accompanied by new sounds. Ones specifically for Remus.
The helping hand was accepted most gratefully, as it meant not being in the hallway in nothing but a sheet, with one of his best mates crawling about on top of him. "Thanks kindly, James. Perhaps I should make it a fashion statement, bring back the toga and all that. However, it'd likely be a famous flop, as no one wants to see a pasty Moony in naught but a sheet." The music was starting to get a bit unnerving, changing as they walked into the room. He looked back at Sirius, who was still in the hallway, and crooked a brow. "Coming, Padfoot?"
Sprawled out in the hallway, in the kind of disgraceful manner one ends up in when having a Remus pulled out from under them, Sirius rolled onto his back and sat up to watch them head into the apartment. His inner dog wagged his tail, delighted at the music that followed Remus. It complimented theirs well.
At Remus's question, he sat up a little straighter. "What, I don't get a hand up?" All innocence. "And I must say, I think you're wrong about the toga thing. Get yourself a ring of laurels to place on your head and your stylish look will be complete."
"Forget style Padfoot, we need to talk strategy." James looked at Sirius, getting acroos just what sort of strategy was needed. "Who better to help take down a gang of vampires than Moony? A werewolf's got to be stronger, so I'd say, we have even more of an advantage now."
"You two talk amongst yourselve: make plans, the lot." James walked to the door and opened it. "I will get us cloths from this world. Try not to miss me too much. I'll be back shortly." And with a dramatic bow, he was gone.
Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Remus walked back out into the hallway once more, sheet held in one hand, the other outstretched to help Sirius up. After a great and dramatic heave to help the figure-less Mr. Black to his feet. He barely had the time to blink before James was off for clothes, hopefully ones that did not involve copious amounts of lace and other oddities. It was then that James' words caught hold. "Wh--Sirius, are you trying to tell me that you've picked a fight with VAMPIRES? And now you expect me to bail you out? How am I supposed to do that???"
"Oi, it isn't often that I'd trust you with getting clothes for us!" Sirius called after James. "Don't disappoint me!"
Satisfied, he walked back into the apartment, hanging onto the door with one hand as he waited for Moony to come back in. He couldn't help but grin as the other boy spluttered, Prongs' words sinking in. "How should I know?" He asked. "You're Moony, capable of a whole manner of things I couldn't possibly begin to understand. Diplomacy and all that. We just might need you to smooth things over a bit with these blokes so that we don't get killed or turned into undead creatures when we have a bit of fun with them, that's all."
Glaring rather ineffectually, as it was quite difficult to give a good glare when you were wrapped in naught but a sheet, Remus huffed, although he knew he'd cave. "And no doubt, along with that diplomacy, use some werewolf strong-arming, hmm? First off, the full moon was last night, and another won't be for a month. Secondly, if I did get into a fight with vampires - to save both of your necks, literally - what would stop me from attacking others? There isn't exactly a Shrieking Shack for me to lock myself in here, is there?"
"You've got us here, don't you?" Sirius tried to reason. "We've always kept you in line before. Besides, like you've said, full moon was last night. No need for that sort of thing. They just seem to think being mucked around with a bit is grounds for attacking us. We were hoping you'd be able to convince them otherwise. Not that we couldn't take them." Not even vampires would get Sirius to admit he might be a little outclassed in a fight.
Honestly, Remus wasn't sure whether to laugh or to start bashing his head against the wall at Sirius' words. Of course, in the world according to Padfoot, a vampire should not get riled for a couple of teenagers acting like the annoying gits that they are. He decided against the head-smashing, as it would just increase his post-full-moon headache, which was always agonizing without Madam Pomfrey's potions to keep it at bay. "I'll try my best, but I make no promises. And I'm only doing this because I don't want you and Prongs' necks to become vampire chewtoys."
A smile lit Sirius's face at the somewhat exasperated look on Remus's face. He lived to exasperate his Moony. "Knew we could count on you, mate." He said, plopping down on a couch nearby and nearly being startled into standing again as a new sound made itself known. "Brilliant!" Getting to his feet, he let himself fall onto the couch again and made the small "falling" noise once more. "I love this city."
Vaguely disturbed at the strange noises coming from Sirius, Remus sat down gingerly on the couch, though it didn't stop his own noise from happening. "So...the city is causing this odd thing? I wasn't sure if it was music or a bit of strange magic or something else altogether." Seemed a rather odd thing to make happen, but this was a rather odd city, at least from what he had seen so far. People of different worlds converging, though despite that there was still wizards, vampires and werewolves. Just like home, just...not.
"From what I've gathered, it seems to be the source. Stuff like this is happening to everyone here. You should SEE what happens when I break things." Grinning at the thought, he pushed a lamp off a nearby table. There it was, the music and the items. Small gold coins and an earring appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "It only started happening today, though. Some things about it... have their drawbacks."
That said, he pulled out his wand, waving it somewhat miserably as it left a stream of sparkles behind it. He tried to ignore the music. "The only reason James hasn't been on my case about it is because he's been amusing himself by picking things up."
"Sirius! What are you--don't knock that--" Before he could stop it, the lamp crashed to the floor, and all Remus could do was stare. "Wow. All day that's been happening?" It was pretty spectacular. He was somewhat tempted to see if he could do the same, but the idea of breaking something for no reason went against everything he believed in, mainly the ancient rule of Jameses and Siruses are for breaking, and Remuses are for cleaning up the mess afterwards.
"All day." He said, putting his wand away before it could brighten the room some more. "I've got myself a nice little pile of gold and random items stalked up, so we should be able to get whatever we need." Not that they wouldn't just take whatever they needed if they had to.
Well, perhaps this day of odd music and odder happenings wasn't so bad. Sirius got to indulge in his propensity towards breaking things, and he managed to provide some money for them to live off in the meantime. Now if only James would come back with some clothes for him, they'd be set for the time being. "So is there anything else I've missed? Any other magical creatures out for your blood that I should be aware of?"
"Not that we're aware of." Sirius said, leaning back and folding his hands behind his head. "Although, there is a magical creature I'm after," He snickered to himself. "The lovely Miss Simca~ I can't wait 'till her party. You'll have your work cut out for you then. Clothing is optional, you know."
Remus tilted his head to the side, peering at Sirius sideways. "Which means you're going to be strutting around like a naked peacock, trying to show off your so-called manly definition to this Simca girl, hmm?" Ah, such things could either go smashingly well, or be a right disaster. Either way, Remus would be there to pat Sirius' back when it was all over, either in congratulations or sympathy.
"Trying? Succeeding, mate! It isn't like I haven't had experience with these things, you know." Sirius scoffed, buffing his nails on his shirt and examining them with all the arrogance that was gifted to him through his bloodline. "Who knows, maybe you'll finally be able to pick up a girl yourself. All kinds of 'em here."
"Not bloody likely," Remus mumbled. Girls was something that Sirius was good at, that James liked to pretend he was good at, and that Remus was far removed from good at. Talk to her about schoolwork and what-have-you, sure, not a problem. But try asking one on a date? It was as if Remus couldn't string together words into a coherent sentence. Girls were odd, confusing creatures, and he was quite alright hanging about with his friends, avoiding such awful awkwardness. "That's quite alright, Padfoot. You've plenty enough girls for all of us combined."
"While you may have a point there, you'll never get one with an attitude like that!" Sirius said, tsking at Remus's pessimistic nature about these sorts of things. "Besides, you might get lucky and have one come to you. That way half the hard part is already dealt with." What would be the hard part for Remus, anyway. For Sirius, getting the girl was half the fun. "Who wouldn't love a great, naked, dancing Moony?" Sirius was grinning at the mere thought.
Great, naked, dancing Moony. The words made sense on their own, but not strung together like that. "There will be no naked Moony, and there certainly will not be a naked, dancing Moony. And you know quite well that a dancing Moony is far from great." Two left feet wasn't a good enough description for him when it came to such things. His body just didn't move that way, all fluid movement and confidence. He was all awkward angles and self-consciousness, more at home in the corner with a cup of punch and a book, watching out to make sure nothing too damning happened to his friends in the course of their revelry.
Padfoot had known Moony wouldn't be partaking in the clothing-optional bit, but he had to at least suggest it. Principle of the matter and what have you. "You'd be fine with a little proper instruction," he told the werewolf, "and maybe get a bit of a buzz going. There's going to be alcohol, so that shouldn't be a problem. And I can more than provide you with proper instruction." The smile that came, he knew, was all too toothy for Remus to trust, but he couldn't help himself.
That smile drove a cold chill down Remus' spine, for it held a dark portent of awful things to come, involving things like lampshades and boxer shorts and more embarrassment than Remus wanted to contemplate. "I'd rather not, Sirius. Would hate to ruin your chances with the likely quite lovely Miss Simca due to big, horrid Moony feet stomping all clumsily over yours in an attempt to move with some sort of grace."
Shaking his head in mock disappointment, Sirius heaved a gusty sigh. "Do as you please." He relented. "But don't be too shocked if I am overwhelmed by your lack of party-going-spirit and am forced to drag you out onto the dance floor to have a go myself." He'd do it, too, and he knew Remus wouldn't doubt his words for a second.
Eyes closed in resignation, hands shifting his sheet closer in an attempt to find more warmth, as James was taking an abnormally long time to find clothing. "No doubt you would, Padfoot. But no worries, I won't ruin the party atmosphere. Would be quite ungentlemanly of me to ruin a girl's party." Hopefully Sirius would be too distracted to make good on his threats, as Remus was not looking forward to looking like an idiot in front of a bunch of strangers. Not the best of first impressions.
"That it would." Still, he's have to keep an eye on the boy anyway. Remus was prone to isolating himself in social situations, and Sirius wouldn't allow it. Wallflowers weren't any fun. Then, he blinked, noticing the time. "What's taking James so long? Shouldn't take but a few minutes, unless he's coming back with a whole new wardrobe..." But then, it wasn't really James's style to enjoy shopping for clothes.
A yawn snuck up on him, all tricky like yawns were wont to be, which he stifled with the back of his hand. The tolls of the previous night were weighing heavily on Remus, now that he was back in a place that was not familiar, but with Sirius and James there, it made him relax. "Padfoot, I do believe I'm going to fall asleep right here, on this couch, in this sheet." His eyelids drooped and blinked open again, as if to emphasize his point.
"You are not." Sirius said, standing up. "You'll fall asleep in a proper bed so soon after the full moon if I have anything to say about it." With that, before Remus could protest, he swept the boy up and carried him to the bed he'd been using. "James can take the couch." He said with a grin, setting Remus down and flopping onto the bed James had claimed as his own.
Remus only made a token protest, too tired to put up too much of a fight, and if it meant a soft bed to sleep in, he wasn't about to start complaining. "He's not going to be happy about this," he said as he was laid down on one of the bed's, though between his sleepy drawl and the way that he was nuzzling the pillow, it came out as an unintelligible mumble. A moment later he was completely gone in the land of dreams, body and features finally loosening from their usual tenseness, relaxed in sleep.
Sirius smiled to himself as Remus fell asleep. It was always nice to see his friend so relaxed, not on edge about anything, not in pain... The sight calmed something inside Sirius as well, and he liked that feeling of peace only Moony could bring. Settling down for sleep himself, he paused. Glancing at a small clock on a nearby nightstand, he picked it up and chucked it against the wall. Grinning at the music and the sound of coins dropping to the floor, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander until he finally fell asleep.
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I protest!
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there will be SOME sort of paying for this...
I would never blame poor Moony, but Sirius >> He can always take the blame so far as I'M concerned!
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