Mid-Afternoon Nap [for blackasthe]
Remus was having an interesting day to say the least. After having to wrestle away Peter's cologne when the sheer magnitude of scent in the air sent him into a coughing fit, he'd been forcibly removed from the dorm room by James, who wanted more poetry to spew off at Lily. He was hesitant, despite the desperate look on his mate's face, to give the boy anymore classic text to butcher. Honestly, he was worse than Sirius. At least the older boy butchered it on purpose, James just babbled and recited the first words that came to mind. Those were not usually the poet's words, and could be rather profane. Poor sap, this was why Remus avoided dating like the plague. Well that and, you know, he hadn't really found any girls attractive enough...yet. But, he would, eventually. Not that it mattered really, he wasn't going to get married anyway, because getting married meant the woman expected you to have children. He was not passing on any fury genes. No, he was content to sit in the window of the dorm room and doze, a book opened on his lap.