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Who: Remus and OPEN
What: sleepwalking
When: Sunday morning
Where: Gryffindor tower
Rating: I can't think of anything witty to write here so I will say *~*~PG~*~*
Remus opened his eyes. Everything was fuzzy at first, but then came into focus. A canopy of trees shaded him from the morning sun... The sun? Why was he outside?
Confused and disorientated, he sat up suddenly and scanned his surroundings. He wasn't in his bed, like he was supposed to be, he was in the forbidden forest. He hadn't felt this flummoxed since he woke up Christmas Day in a field, the morning after a full moon, covered in sheep's blood. But there hadn't been a full moon last night; the full moon was still a week away, so what was he doing here?
He looked down at what he was wearing, pyjamas. He could think of only one explanation: sleep-walking.
He pulled himself up with a sigh and trekked his way back to the castle while he thought of an explanation to why he sleepwalked last night. He knew sleepwalking had something to do with stress and anxiety. Remus was always stressed or anxious about something though. He seemed to be having lot of sleeping trouble this year, a lot of nightmares about hurting people (a few times he'd dreamt James was too late and he killed Snape), and hurting loved ones (the Marauders and Lily).
He said the password to the portrait of the Fat Lady and tried to ignore the strange stares he was given as he entered the common room in his pyjamas looking worse for wear.
What: sleepwalking
When: Sunday morning
Where: Gryffindor tower
Rating: I can't think of anything witty to write here so I will say *~*~PG~*~*
Remus opened his eyes. Everything was fuzzy at first, but then came into focus. A canopy of trees shaded him from the morning sun... The sun? Why was he outside?
Confused and disorientated, he sat up suddenly and scanned his surroundings. He wasn't in his bed, like he was supposed to be, he was in the forbidden forest. He hadn't felt this flummoxed since he woke up Christmas Day in a field, the morning after a full moon, covered in sheep's blood. But there hadn't been a full moon last night; the full moon was still a week away, so what was he doing here?
He looked down at what he was wearing, pyjamas. He could think of only one explanation: sleep-walking.
He pulled himself up with a sigh and trekked his way back to the castle while he thought of an explanation to why he sleepwalked last night. He knew sleepwalking had something to do with stress and anxiety. Remus was always stressed or anxious about something though. He seemed to be having lot of sleeping trouble this year, a lot of nightmares about hurting people (a few times he'd dreamt James was too late and he killed Snape), and hurting loved ones (the Marauders and Lily).
He said the password to the portrait of the Fat Lady and tried to ignore the strange stares he was given as he entered the common room in his pyjamas looking worse for wear.