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Date: July 15th, 2000 (night)
Status: Mostly private - Snape, Remus
Setting: Manor Kitchens
Summary: Remus wants help.
It was the last night before the full moon of that month, and Remus was desperate. He'd paced holes in the floor of the shared bedroom, watching Sirius sleep peacefully. It felt as if his skin were on fire.
He paced in the dark, so quiet, and clutched an old blanket to himself, shivering from nerves. The summer heat barely factored in, was not responsible for the sweat on his temples.
The werewolf - and that's what he felt like, with uncharacteristic fire in his blood and scents so strong - paced, ten paces, up and down. Up ten, down ten. Up ten, down ten. He sat, he stood, he tried to lie down.
He stood again, stared at the sleeping Sirius. Leaned over, pulled the blankets up over his still-skeletal frame. Remus tucked him in gently, and left, swift and silent.
Down in the kitchens before he knew it, standing outside quiet doors. There was no motion, but Remus could tell, Moony could smell it. There was someone in there - the one he was looking for - Severus Snape.
Silence, as he stared at the door, thin mouth working, thin fingers brushing his scars quietly. They'd be livid when he felt like this, already not fitting inside his own skin. Noticeable. Itchy in the heat he could feel.
"Severus," he said hoarsely, rapping on the kitchen door. "I know you're in there. Let me in. I need-"
Status: Mostly private - Snape, Remus
Setting: Manor Kitchens
Summary: Remus wants help.
It was the last night before the full moon of that month, and Remus was desperate. He'd paced holes in the floor of the shared bedroom, watching Sirius sleep peacefully. It felt as if his skin were on fire.
He paced in the dark, so quiet, and clutched an old blanket to himself, shivering from nerves. The summer heat barely factored in, was not responsible for the sweat on his temples.
The werewolf - and that's what he felt like, with uncharacteristic fire in his blood and scents so strong - paced, ten paces, up and down. Up ten, down ten. Up ten, down ten. He sat, he stood, he tried to lie down.
He stood again, stared at the sleeping Sirius. Leaned over, pulled the blankets up over his still-skeletal frame. Remus tucked him in gently, and left, swift and silent.
Down in the kitchens before he knew it, standing outside quiet doors. There was no motion, but Remus could tell, Moony could smell it. There was someone in there - the one he was looking for - Severus Snape.
Silence, as he stared at the door, thin mouth working, thin fingers brushing his scars quietly. They'd be livid when he felt like this, already not fitting inside his own skin. Noticeable. Itchy in the heat he could feel.
"Severus," he said hoarsely, rapping on the kitchen door. "I know you're in there. Let me in. I need-"