After, well, after everything a lost weekend full of friends, drinks, and a few bad decisions was exactly what Remus needed. He paid for it today, but that was the benefit of not having steady work. He could spend the day in and out of various stages of sleep while groaning at how much light was coming into the flat.
Remus was rooting through the kitchen when he saw the silver wisps in his periphery. “Oh come on.” It was not a whine, but it was very close. The puppy issue was enough, now a cat. “Bugger off.”
Wait. A cat. And not just any cat, but a cat patronus that sounded very like Minerva McGonagall. Professor McGonagall! Who was speaking at him while he was dressed in a pair of shorts and jumper of questionable origin.