While usually a heavy, and late sleeper, Peter had awoken abruptly to the sound of voices and the activity that signaled in the new morning. Shifting in place, he raised his hand and tugged the the edge of the curtain back, to squint -- his eyes were blurry, after only just waking -- at the moving figure that was Sirius Black, and the stationary Remus.
"Wasss going on?" He asked tiredly. Peter sat upright in bed, one hand moving to comb through his brown hair, as he yawned widely, just before opening the curtain completely, casting a dismayed glance towards the window.
It seemed too early to be up and quite so energetic for Peter's taste. The idea that something actually was wrong had yet to enter his mind, the Full Moon and the expected discomfort that it wrought on his friend's body far from mind.