Messr Moony is passionately curious (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thewolfen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} the_recruitment,@ 2012-02-09 02:18:00 |
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What: Full Moon antics
Where: Gryffindor dorms, then the Shrieking Shack and castle grounds
When: Night of the full moon. February 7th, 1977
Status: Incomplete
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
No matter how many times he went through it, Remus never got used to the pain that the full moon would bring. It was the morning of the full moon, and though the sun was rising, Remus could still feel aching in his limbs. He'd not gotten much sleep during the night, having shut his curtains and put a silencing charm on them so as not to wake the others in his discomfort. His joints were stiff as he sat up and opened the curtains of his bed. It was always so difficult to greet the day with a smile when it was full moon day. He'd not made mention of it to the others, which wasn't really anything new. Remus never spoke about the full moon if he could avoid it, because he truly disliked bringing it up. He was grateful, unimaginably so, to his friends for having disciplined themselves so hard to learn the magic required to become Animagi, but he still felt guilty about the whole thing. It was hard enough that they knew his secret and had to carry the burden of it. Participating in the full moons wasn't something he expected of them, for he wanted them to have their own lives that didn't revolve around his lycanthropy. Selfishly, though, he did feel comforted that they were with him and kept him from ripping himself apart as always had before they joined him.
After a loud yawn, Remus pushed himself up onto shaky legs. The others would be awake soon enough; he was almost always the first one awake in the mornings. Though it hurt his arms and joints to do so, he bent over his bed and started to make it. Pain was going to be a constant companion that day, he knew, and that wasn't an exaggeration. After a few steadying breaths, he raised back up and very slowly made his way over to his trunk. It was harder to walk than he realized, but he was hoping he would not have to use the aid of a cane. A sixteen year old boy walking with the aid of a cane wasn't exactly inconspicuous. Nevertheless, he would know if he needed it. For the time being, he just set to start looking for an outfit. Loose fitting clothes were the only option as far as he was concerned.