If you hear him howling around your kitchen door... [CLOSED, INCOMPLETE]
WHO: Remus Lupin very_literate and Lily Evans potionsandcharm
WHAT: It's that time of the month, and somehow Lily still doesn't know about Moony's "problem."
WHERE: Chateau de Potter Evans/Lupin.
WHEN: Backdated to last night.
Remus wasn't sure how he'd still managed to keep his rather embarrassing secret from Lily all this time. Yes, it was definitely more embarrassing than anything else right now. Since Edward had created these potions to keep his animalistic tendencies in check, the monthly transformation was little more than a nuisance, even if it did now last for three days.
Thankfully, Lily hadn't asked any awkward questions about the fact that he came down with some mysterious debilitating illness every month.
But it was late now; very late. Everyone had been in bed for quite a while already, and Moony's stomach was starting to make very angry noises at him. He hadn't eaten all day, after all, and werewolf or no, food was still necessary. So it was at this point that Moony took it upon himself to creep up into the kitchen and find a little midnight snack.
It was with some difficulty that he got the basement door open at last, and padded into the kitchen to nose the icebox door open. His stomach growled louder as he shoved his head inside and began sniffing around, nosing jars and cartons out of the way in his search for meat, tail wagging happily.
Ooh! A sandwich.
WHAT: It's that time of the month, and somehow Lily still doesn't know about Moony's "problem."
WHERE: Chateau de Potter Evans/Lupin.
WHEN: Backdated to last night.
Remus wasn't sure how he'd still managed to keep his rather embarrassing secret from Lily all this time. Yes, it was definitely more embarrassing than anything else right now. Since Edward had created these potions to keep his animalistic tendencies in check, the monthly transformation was little more than a nuisance, even if it did now last for three days.
Thankfully, Lily hadn't asked any awkward questions about the fact that he came down with some mysterious debilitating illness every month.
But it was late now; very late. Everyone had been in bed for quite a while already, and Moony's stomach was starting to make very angry noises at him. He hadn't eaten all day, after all, and werewolf or no, food was still necessary. So it was at this point that Moony took it upon himself to creep up into the kitchen and find a little midnight snack.
It was with some difficulty that he got the basement door open at last, and padded into the kitchen to nose the icebox door open. His stomach growled louder as he shoved his head inside and began sniffing around, nosing jars and cartons out of the way in his search for meat, tail wagging happily.
Ooh! A sandwich.