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[brother_moon]

*Moony heads home confidently. Luckily the portal he and Sirius have established takes them directly into the house, because Moony does not currently have opposable thumbs.*

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[ossicaelator]

Trixie does have thumbs, but doesn't know where she's going. Sleepy little kit.

[brother_moon]

*The living room, where they arrive, is simply and comfortably furnished, and smells of magic. There is a fireplace, but no fire burning at present. Moony circles the place with a proprietary air and settles on the hearth rug.*

[ossicaelator]

Trixie finds another rug that doesn't smell like it belongs to someone. She wuffles and settles, slowly slipping from a half-and-half-were-form to a more hyena-like shape.

[brother_moon]

*Moony will probably go out and play or hunt with Padfoot later, but for now he sits where he is, regally surveying his domain.*

[ossicaelator]

Good, yes? Stay here and be safe? Clan? She's tired and the gas is weakening. It was made to work on humans and Trixie is certainly not human.

[brother_moon]

*Yes. Safe. Pack. He grins wolfishly.*

[ossicaelator]

Trixie smiles and starts to drift off.

[brother_moon]

*Moony slips out for a while to play with Padfoot, but returns before dawn. As he dozes on the hearthrug, the gas wears off, the transformation slipping easily away. As soon as he realizes, he hastens to dress in pajamas and bathrobe and set a fire in the fireplace. He places a blanket beside Trixie, not sure what else to do for his guest, then sits in a chair and stares into space, trying to make sense of the previous night.*

[ossicaelator]

Trixie mumbles and twitches on the floor, she's going to be out cold for another few hours while her body tries to fight off the gas.

As time passes she shifts back to human, still clothed - ah, the benefits of dedicated clothing.

[brother_moon]

*Remus so wishes he had dedicated clothing.*

[ossicaelator]

When Trixie wakes up she could make him some. It's good to have a few useful talents.