Who: Remus, James and Sirius Where: The cliffs on the north end of the island When: Monday evening What: They need a plan Rating/Status: Incomplete/low
Remus had caught a sunburn, sitting here under the sun. For a few nights now, he'd been looking up at the moon (when he could see it) and wondering silently what he was going to do when the time came. Perhaps he could empty out one of the bungalows, temporarily evict the other inhabitants of his hut, take everything out and lock himself in. But after some consideration, that didn't seem reasonable, not because they had as much right to the cottage as he did and that it would be unfair to ask them to leave, but because by the looks of things, it wouldn't work. The walls were too weak, the windows too wide and the doors far too feeble to old back the beast he would become in a week's time. Besides, he couldn't imagine anyone being so selfish that they would prefer to stay in the comfort of the hut to the detriment of everyone's well-being.
But still, it wouldn't work, even if Scorpius and Regulus agreed to it. The hut wouldn't hold him. Nor could he be sure to remain locked out if everyone else locked themselves in.
There was nowhere for him to hide, to lock himself to keep the others safe, no animals to keep him occupied and distracted, no pack to keep him entertained, no Wolfsbane to keep him in relative control of his animal self, no magic for the others to defend themselves with and nowhere for them to hide. In Sirius' eloquent terms, everyone was screwed.
More important than anything else at the moment, even his fear of losing his job and ending up on the streets, which was far less persistent than it had been, was the need to protect everyone on the island from the monster among them. Him.
Someone was coming up behind him. Remus could just hear the footsteps and the small pebbles scraping against rocks as someone stepped on them.
"Thank you for coming," he said, not bothering to smile, looking over his shoulder at them.