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Sirius tossed his chest in the corner of Remus's bedroom and flopped on the bed, snuffling his face into the comforter. Oh! How it smelled of his werewolf lover! Mrs. Lupin had yet to say whether he was allowed to sleep in Remus's room, but he had a feeling there would be no issue.
Not if he pulled the puppy face, anyway. (Although, Mrs. Lupin was pretty unaffected by the face. By his charm. By him. She was surprisingly tolerant and calm, unlike her son.)
"Moooooo~oony," he moaned, kicking his feet like a little kid.
Not if he pulled the puppy face, anyway. (Although, Mrs. Lupin was pretty unaffected by the face. By his charm. By him. She was surprisingly tolerant and calm, unlike her son.)
"Moooooo~oony," he moaned, kicking his feet like a little kid.