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Who: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Sirius Black and Remus and Teddy Lupin.
What: In response to this.
When: 2:36am. Sunday morning, until about 1pm Sunday afternoon.
Where: Snape/Potter/Lupin Residence
Rating: Relatively low.
Status: Complete
Remus Lupin had trouble sleeping some nights. Tonight in particular. He had laid awake in bed next to his snoring partner, while staring up at the ceiling, wide awake. Eventually, at 2:27am, his laptop had chimed quietly. He laid there a moment longer before getting up carefully as possible and heading over to check it. He read the two-word message several times before closing the laptop again. It only took a minute for him to pull on his boots and a heavy coat (he didn't even change into real clothes, simply left on his striped fleece PJs and his (Sirius') robe), and had collected his coat and had gone out the door. He'd walked the three blocks separating he and Harry relatively quickly, and he'd crunched his way through the yard instead of going up the slippery sidewalk.
But when he'd got to the door he hesitated. What if Harry had gone to bed already? What if he'd deleted the message by now, having changed his mind? This was a stupid idea. He'd made a stupid choice. He'd come all the way over here, dressed like an idiot, and he was going to get laughed at. You were an idiot, Remus Lupin. But he knocked gently anyway, the skin of his hand meeting with the wood of the door, because in his rush, he'd forgotten to pull on gloves. He was freezing, but he needed to see Harry.
Now.
What: In response to this.
When: 2:36am. Sunday morning, until about 1pm Sunday afternoon.
Where: Snape/Potter/Lupin Residence
Rating: Relatively low.
Status: Complete
Remus Lupin had trouble sleeping some nights. Tonight in particular. He had laid awake in bed next to his snoring partner, while staring up at the ceiling, wide awake. Eventually, at 2:27am, his laptop had chimed quietly. He laid there a moment longer before getting up carefully as possible and heading over to check it. He read the two-word message several times before closing the laptop again. It only took a minute for him to pull on his boots and a heavy coat (he didn't even change into real clothes, simply left on his striped fleece PJs and his (Sirius') robe), and had collected his coat and had gone out the door. He'd walked the three blocks separating he and Harry relatively quickly, and he'd crunched his way through the yard instead of going up the slippery sidewalk.
But when he'd got to the door he hesitated. What if Harry had gone to bed already? What if he'd deleted the message by now, having changed his mind? This was a stupid idea. He'd made a stupid choice. He'd come all the way over here, dressed like an idiot, and he was going to get laughed at. You were an idiot, Remus Lupin. But he knocked gently anyway, the skin of his hand meeting with the wood of the door, because in his rush, he'd forgotten to pull on gloves. He was freezing, but he needed to see Harry.
Now.