Who: Remus Lupin (v.2) and Nymphadora Tonks What: The night before the full moon. When: Feb 6th, evening Where: James and Remus' apartment Rating: TBD. Moody werewolf is happening to start with.
Remus often found himself wondering if the nights leading to the full moon were worse then the full itself. Clearly, the answer was no; but sometimes it felt like it had to be with how bad it could get. Thus far he had been doing his best at keeping himself distracted. He had even been sociable to an extent. It wasn't until night broke and it was just less than twenty four hours away that he felt his control slip from him. It was official at that point. He needed to be away from everyone.
He was tossing and turning at the moment, hands on his blanket, clutching at it, as it wrapped around his frame from the frantic turns in his half attempts of sleep. He would whimper, and groan, head pressing into his pillow; his hair soaked and sticking against him. It was hot. So damn hot. Wasn't it winter? He knew better then to dwell on it. Dwelling never made it easier. He should have rushed out into the streets and gotten fresh air, tried to find a way to run, but he didn't know where to go. He didn't want to risk someone seeing and knowing exactly what was occurring. He didn't want to give away what he was. Too many people already seemed to know.
He just didn't think trying to deal with it this way would be as dreadfully painful as it was. It had been so long since he had locked himself away, not really since childhood.
A frustrated groan escaped him again as he fumbled, moving his finger tips to his buttons, undoing them quickly so he could shuffle out of his shirt. It was thrown from him with aggravation, as he turned to press his back against the mattress, pulling the pillow over top of his head, groaning louder into it as his lips were pressed firmly against it.