"He's going to have a bigger problem if he keeps taunting me with breakfast and not providing," Remus teased with a chuckle from where he had been sitting up in bed since well before dawn reading through the journals he'd had to postpone investigating due to the previous day's arrivals. Flicking the pillow away with a silent spell before it hit him in the face, he kept reading. With the Full only a few days away, the beast inside him was growing more demanding. Remus suspected it was going to be a bad month, the shift in moon cycles from 1983 to 2038 throwing off the tenuous relationship he had with 'Moony' these days.
The novelty of having a bed to sleep in was starting to wear off after eleven nights spent back in the old tower of his school days, surrounded by reminders of simpler times he had lost faith in during the war. The blindfold of innocence had been ripped off years ago. But, warm beds, a roof over his head, regular meals were creature comforts he could appreciate after time spent sleeping rough, having to beg, steal, or hustle for enough to get a half-decent meal here and there. Not that he'd shared a lot of the details during the impromptu sleepover the night before. James was dealing with the loss of his wife and child, Peter's betrayal, Sirius' incarceration. Sirius was still dealing with James' death and the realization the four of them had been less invincible than they'd always maintained in school. It wouldn't do his friends any good to know.
"Looks like we needed time travel to straighten us out into the proper ages," he continued, eyes still on his reading. "I mean, Sirius is the youngest of us now, if my maths are correct, just about the same age as his brother. That might explain his exuberance at the sunrise."