Peter concentrated on getting dressed, listening instead to the back and forth of words that floated throughout the room and around him; he was tired, having stayed up later then he usually would have to finish up the homework for that day.
It was a slow realization, that he was actually right. That Remus would be turning once again that night. Peter always tried to remember -- it was a shock, when it snuck up on them like this --- however, somehow it only seemed like Sirius could keep the date stuck in his mind.
Once he had pulled his trousers on, buttoned his shirt and gotten his shoes on the right feet, Peter had turned to face his group of friends. He was quiet, like Remus, only because he felt tense, almost awkward, at times like these. He was not charismatic like the others, nor thoughtful like Lupin, and Peter was only noticing that more and more as of late.
As Sirius and James raced from the Dormitory, and the door banged shut behind them, Peter flashed a small, smile towards Remus.
It was always painfully clear that he was uncomfortable with his problem. Even after all of the times that they had snuck out of the Shrieking Shack together.
"Don't worry about it, Moony." He said, just as he dropped the lid of the trunk shut.