Fic: Remus Lupin's Giggling Fits
A Remus/Sirius fic in which Remus laughs every time he and Sirius get together. (Harry Potter; MWPP era; PG-13)
Title: Remus Lupin's Giggling Fits
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,275
Disclaimer: JK Rowling's boys, not mine.
Summary: Remus gets the giggles.
“Cheerio!”
James Potter, dressed in his red and gold Quidditch kit, waved to his friends as he shut the door to their dorm room. Remus Lupin immediately rushed to Sirius Black’s bed, where the black-haired teenager lay on his stomach. He scribbled on a large piece of parchment.
“Almost done?” asked Remus anxiously as he removed the tie from around his slightly pink neck. Lately, Remus had started looking flushed whenever he was alone in Sirius’s presence.
Sirius continued writing.
“Sirius?”
Dark, grey eyes coyly looked at Remus from beneath long, black lashes. “Ready?”
Remus blushed further and nodded. “We only have an hour.”
Sirius finished writing and sat up. “Finito,” he said with a smile.
Remus stood and silently watched as Sirius packed his paper and pen in his black schoolbag with the engraved gold initials SB. His three friends had given it to him for his seventeenth birthday after they discovered how much Sirius loved gold and glitter. Sirius placed the bag on the wooden floor and lay on his side, his head resting on his left arm. He grinned as his right hand motioned Remus forward. Remus smiled and plopped next to the boy.
“Remus,” whispered Sirius.
“Sirius,” Remus whispered back.
They stared at each other. They’d been kissing for three weeks-since the end of summer-but the novelty still made them shy. After all, their kissing sessions were always rushed and never lasted more than half-hour. Ever since they’d returned to Hogwarts two weeks ago, Sirius and Remus hadn’t found a lot of time to be alone. Now that James was Head Boy (or “Big Head,” as Sirius liked to call him), he had suddenly become a stickler for rules and curfew regulations. So sneaking out after lights out was definitely harder this time around. And Peter Pettigrew wasn’t helping; now that he couldn’t be with James as often, he never stopped talking to Remus and Sirius, constantly asking them about their summer and making Remus blush like a girl.
Sirius rested his hand on Remus’s shoulder and gently pulled him forward until their lips met. They kissed for about three minutes before a muffled laugh interrupted them.
Sirius, his lips still against Remus’s, asked, “What’s so funny, Remus?”
“Uh, nothing,” replied Remus as he pressed his lips tighter to Sirius’s.
Their kissing noises were the only sounds in the empty room for a few seconds until Remus laughed again. Sirius leaned back and looked quizzically at Remus. “What is it?”
Remus bit his bottom lip to stifle the laugh and rapidly shook his head. Sirius smiled and leaned in. “Silly boy,” he said as he kissed Remus again. Sirius rubbed Remus’s broad back and held him closer. His hand, caressing Remus’s hip, was shaken off as Remus’s entire body trembled.
“What the hell, Remus?” asked Sirius as he released Remus.
Remus’s head fell to the pillow as his body convulsed with loud laughter. “So-so sorry,” he managed to say.
Sirius stared at Remus until the brown-haired boy stopped laughing and looked up at Sirius. “I’m sorry, I-”
“You what?” asked Sirius, clearly irritated.
“Nothing; it’s nothing. Come here,” said Remus quickly as he closed his mouth over Sirius’s once again. But after three seconds, Remus drew back, his giggles rapidly changing into uncontrollable laughter. Sirius, looking rather upset, pushed Remus away and sat up.
“What?” demanded Sirius.
Remus sat next to Sirius. “I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.”
“Are you laughing at me?” asked Sirius in a low voice. His cheeks were burning as he looked at Remus.
“No, no, of course not. I just-well, I just find this all to be a bit odd,” explained Remus.
“Me kissing you? What-do I kiss weird, huh? Am I a bad kisser?”
“Sirius, it’s none of those things,” said Remus as he touched Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius, still visibly upset, shook it off.
“Then what?”
Remus rubbed his eyes, unsure of how to explain himself but wanting to try. “It’s, it’s this-me, you. Isn’t it strange?”
“No, it’s not. Not to me,” said Sirius quietly as he looked down at his hands. “I thought it was nice and that you, uh, you liked it. There’s nothing hilarious about that.”
“I know, I know,” replied Remus. “Look, let’s try it again. I won’t laugh this time.”
Sirius shook his head. “No, I’m done.”
“I said I won’t laugh.”
“Forget it. You killed the mood,” said Sirius coldly as he smoothed the blankets around him. He then leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes.
“Sirius, don’t be like this. I’m-”
“-gone,” interrupted Sirius. “You can go back to your bed and laugh at all the things that aren’t funny.”
“Sirius-” began Remus, but he was cut off by the ruckus at their door. Peter and James entered the room, laughing and chatting loudly. The two boys stopped and looked at Remus. Remus noticed that he was sitting too close to Sirius. Before he could say anything, though, Sirius’s voice rang out:
“No, Remus, you can’t copy my Potions essay, so stop begging me already.” Sirius smirked as he said this. Remus was always too embarrassed to ask anyone for help with difficult coursework, and since he and Sirius had gotten together, Remus now only asked Sirius. It was a hard thing for Remus to do but such an endearing act for Sirius to witness that he’d offered to do Remus’s work for him on several occasions even though he knew Remus would never allow that.
Remus glared at Sirius, who stared back defiantly. They were interrupted by Peter tapping Remus’s shoulder. Peter held out a piece of parchment.
“Here, Moony, you can look at mine if you want,” said Peter softly.
Remus almost told Peter that he didn’t need help with anything but decided to go along with the excuse for his being on Sirius’s bed. “Uh, thanks, Pete.” Remus looked at the paper grimly, and Sirius almost reached out to touch him. Instead, though, he closed his eyes again, letting Remus know that any conversation between them was over.
Remus pushed past a group of quarreling third-year Slytherins as he left Muggle Studies. He’d been waiting for the end of his last class to talk to Sirius. Ever since last night’s unfortunate event, Sirius had avoided Remus all day. Sirius had gone to bed without his usual goodnight wave to Remus, a custom that Sirius started upon returning to school that September. He’d also ignored Remus in the dorm that morning and skipped both breakfast and lunch. Remus was a patient person, but he was also easily irritated when things didn’t go well for him. Remus Lupin had enough problems in his life; he certainly didn’t need anymore.
Remus found Sirius sitting on a rock behind Hagrid’s hut. They’d discovered this secluded spot a few days before and made it their unofficial meeting place. Since Hagrid wasn’t home often, they felt safe here.
“Hi,” said Remus.
Sirius, twisting the sleeves of his robe, looked up. “If you came to make out, Remus, you can forget it.” He stood and leaned against the wall.
Remus almost smiled. “I came to apologize.”
“You already did last night,” replied Sirius.
“But you haven’t forgiven me,” Remus reminded him.
Sirius looked at him. “Tell me why you laughed, and I’ll forgive you.”
Remus stood next to Sirius and asked, “How do you not find it weird that me and you are doing this . . . with each other?”
“I do-sort of, but there’s nothing funny about it,” said Sirius.
“Well, your mind’s better equipped at handling this, I guess. I don’t know,” said Remus as he shrugged. “I mean, you’ve known me since I was a snotty eleven-year-old. You’ve seen me drool in my sleep, and heard me make the most horrid noises after every full moon, and you’ve seen me cry like a girl and, and, you’ve even watched me turn into a bloody werewolf. And now you’re snogging me.”
Sirius whispered, “I don’t think about that.”
“Right. It’s just that I do. And well, I know a lot about you, too. I’ve seen you throw up; I’ve seen copious amounts of pumpkin juice squirt out of your nose; I’ve heard you jerk off in your bed; I’ve seen you do every imaginable thing possible. And suddenly you have your tongue in my mouth and your hand on my arse. My mind just thinks it’s funny.”
“Maybe if you didn’t think about it,” suggested Sirius, small smile forming on his lips.
“I’ve tried; I-” started Remus before being cut off by Sirius’s lips on his. Sirius broke the kiss after a few seconds.
“Well? Were you thinking about it?” asked Sirius.
“Not right now,” replied a grinning Remus. Sirius pushed Remus flat against the wall and kissed him again. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius.
“By the way, Moony, I’m sorry about the essay remark,” whispered Sirius in between kisses.
Remus shook his head and pushed their faces together. Sirius deepened the kiss and eventually moved his mouth to Remus’s chin and throat. He hastily loosened Remus’s tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of Remus’s white shirt. As Sirius eagerly kissed Remus’s neck, Remus’s eyes flew open. He pursed his lips as his body slightly trembled. He let out a soft laugh and quickly bit his hand to stop any further sound.
“Moony?” came Sirius’s muffled voice.
Remus squeezed his eyes tight and began convulsing. Sirius released Remus and stepped back, a look of utter shock on his face.
“Remus."
Loud laughs emanated from Remus as he doubled over, his hand covering his mouth. He laughed for a few seconds before looking at a stoic Sirius. “S-s-sorry, so-so-sorry. I-I-I-” he broke off with another chuckle. Remus panted as the laughter subsided. “I-I tried.”
“Giggling git,” remarked an angry Sirius as he turned and walked away.
Remus tried to follow, but he suddenly started giggling again.
The Gryffindor common room was empty except for Remus, who sat on a brown couch in one corner. Most of the students were at the Quidditch field watching a match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. James had invited Remus to join him and Peter and Sirius, but one look at Sirius’s annoyed face made Remus decide to stay in. Now, however, he decided to apologize-again-to Sirius for his childish behavior. Remus still couldn’t explain his laughing fits-he didn’t understand them himself-but he needed to let Sirius know that he wasn’t laughing at him.
The closing of a door broke through Remus’s thoughts, and he looked up to see Sirius walk in. Sirius didn’t notice Remus and almost walked past him but stopped when Remus greeted him.
“How-how was the game?” asked Remus.
Sirius looked at his feet, his hands stuffed in his jacket’s pockets, and shrugged.
“Weren’t you watching it?”
Sirius sighed and looked up at Remus. “I was outside the Hufflepuff locker room trying to see who I could score with.”
“Uh, really?” asked Remus worriedly.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Oh. Well, can I talk to you?”
Sirius glanced around the room and then sat on the couch, leaving much space between himself and Remus. He crossed his arms but didn’t look at Remus. “What?”
“I’m sorry, Sirius. Again,” said Remus softly.
“Don’t apologize if you’re going to keep doing it,” said Sirius firmly.
“I know, I know. But Sirius, I don’t mean to do it, really. And I’m not laughing at you. I want this to happen-us, me and you. I still want to . . . you know, with you,” explained Remus.
“You have to relax, Remus,” said Sirius as he faced Remus.
“What do you mean?”
“Just stay in the moment. Clear your mind, and don’t think about anything else,” said Sirius. He blushed a little. “Doesn’t it, uh, feel good when we’re, uh, doing stuff?”
Remus smiled. “Yes.”
“Then go with that. Concentrate only on us and what we’re doing. Forget all the other things.”
Remus nodded. “I’ll try. I truly will.”
“And if you still need to laugh, then I-”
“-Won’t want to be with me?” asked Remus, a concerned look on his face.
“Remus, I wanna be with you for a long time,” said Sirius quietly.
“Yeah?” asked Remus, smiling once again.
“Call me crazy, but yeah,” replied Sirius as he scooted closer to Remus. “And I’ll just have to learn to put up with this quirk.”
Remus touched Sirius’s hand.
“But only because it’s you, Moony. If it was James or anyone else, I’d’ve chucked them the first time it happened.”
“Thanks. Do you want to try it again?”
Sirius pretended to think it over. “Okay. But you know what? This time I’m not going to stop ‘cause there’s gotta be a way to not make you laugh.”
“Okay.”
The two kissed slowly. “Feel like laughing?” asked Sirius.
“Nope,” replied Remus as he deepened the kiss. But they lasted only a minute before Remus became hysterical. Sirius, however, didn’t stop and instead covered Remus’s mouth with his own.
“S-s-sirius, it’s not-not working,” he said.
“Shh,” whispered Sirius as he pushed Remus down on the couch and laid his body on top of him. Applying just the right amount of pressure, Sirius pushed his hips into Remus’s. Remus moaned, and the giggling immediately stopped. “How’s that?” asked a smirking Sirius.
“That’ll work,” remarked a panting Remus as he grabbed Sirius’s hips and rubbed against them.
And for the next ten minutes, Remus did not laugh once.
Title: Remus Lupin's Giggling Fits
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,275
Disclaimer: JK Rowling's boys, not mine.
Summary: Remus gets the giggles.
“Cheerio!”
James Potter, dressed in his red and gold Quidditch kit, waved to his friends as he shut the door to their dorm room. Remus Lupin immediately rushed to Sirius Black’s bed, where the black-haired teenager lay on his stomach. He scribbled on a large piece of parchment.
“Almost done?” asked Remus anxiously as he removed the tie from around his slightly pink neck. Lately, Remus had started looking flushed whenever he was alone in Sirius’s presence.
Sirius continued writing.
“Sirius?”
Dark, grey eyes coyly looked at Remus from beneath long, black lashes. “Ready?”
Remus blushed further and nodded. “We only have an hour.”
Sirius finished writing and sat up. “Finito,” he said with a smile.
Remus stood and silently watched as Sirius packed his paper and pen in his black schoolbag with the engraved gold initials SB. His three friends had given it to him for his seventeenth birthday after they discovered how much Sirius loved gold and glitter. Sirius placed the bag on the wooden floor and lay on his side, his head resting on his left arm. He grinned as his right hand motioned Remus forward. Remus smiled and plopped next to the boy.
“Remus,” whispered Sirius.
“Sirius,” Remus whispered back.
They stared at each other. They’d been kissing for three weeks-since the end of summer-but the novelty still made them shy. After all, their kissing sessions were always rushed and never lasted more than half-hour. Ever since they’d returned to Hogwarts two weeks ago, Sirius and Remus hadn’t found a lot of time to be alone. Now that James was Head Boy (or “Big Head,” as Sirius liked to call him), he had suddenly become a stickler for rules and curfew regulations. So sneaking out after lights out was definitely harder this time around. And Peter Pettigrew wasn’t helping; now that he couldn’t be with James as often, he never stopped talking to Remus and Sirius, constantly asking them about their summer and making Remus blush like a girl.
Sirius rested his hand on Remus’s shoulder and gently pulled him forward until their lips met. They kissed for about three minutes before a muffled laugh interrupted them.
Sirius, his lips still against Remus’s, asked, “What’s so funny, Remus?”
“Uh, nothing,” replied Remus as he pressed his lips tighter to Sirius’s.
Their kissing noises were the only sounds in the empty room for a few seconds until Remus laughed again. Sirius leaned back and looked quizzically at Remus. “What is it?”
Remus bit his bottom lip to stifle the laugh and rapidly shook his head. Sirius smiled and leaned in. “Silly boy,” he said as he kissed Remus again. Sirius rubbed Remus’s broad back and held him closer. His hand, caressing Remus’s hip, was shaken off as Remus’s entire body trembled.
“What the hell, Remus?” asked Sirius as he released Remus.
Remus’s head fell to the pillow as his body convulsed with loud laughter. “So-so sorry,” he managed to say.
Sirius stared at Remus until the brown-haired boy stopped laughing and looked up at Sirius. “I’m sorry, I-”
“You what?” asked Sirius, clearly irritated.
“Nothing; it’s nothing. Come here,” said Remus quickly as he closed his mouth over Sirius’s once again. But after three seconds, Remus drew back, his giggles rapidly changing into uncontrollable laughter. Sirius, looking rather upset, pushed Remus away and sat up.
“What?” demanded Sirius.
Remus sat next to Sirius. “I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.”
“Are you laughing at me?” asked Sirius in a low voice. His cheeks were burning as he looked at Remus.
“No, no, of course not. I just-well, I just find this all to be a bit odd,” explained Remus.
“Me kissing you? What-do I kiss weird, huh? Am I a bad kisser?”
“Sirius, it’s none of those things,” said Remus as he touched Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius, still visibly upset, shook it off.
“Then what?”
Remus rubbed his eyes, unsure of how to explain himself but wanting to try. “It’s, it’s this-me, you. Isn’t it strange?”
“No, it’s not. Not to me,” said Sirius quietly as he looked down at his hands. “I thought it was nice and that you, uh, you liked it. There’s nothing hilarious about that.”
“I know, I know,” replied Remus. “Look, let’s try it again. I won’t laugh this time.”
Sirius shook his head. “No, I’m done.”
“I said I won’t laugh.”
“Forget it. You killed the mood,” said Sirius coldly as he smoothed the blankets around him. He then leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes.
“Sirius, don’t be like this. I’m-”
“-gone,” interrupted Sirius. “You can go back to your bed and laugh at all the things that aren’t funny.”
“Sirius-” began Remus, but he was cut off by the ruckus at their door. Peter and James entered the room, laughing and chatting loudly. The two boys stopped and looked at Remus. Remus noticed that he was sitting too close to Sirius. Before he could say anything, though, Sirius’s voice rang out:
“No, Remus, you can’t copy my Potions essay, so stop begging me already.” Sirius smirked as he said this. Remus was always too embarrassed to ask anyone for help with difficult coursework, and since he and Sirius had gotten together, Remus now only asked Sirius. It was a hard thing for Remus to do but such an endearing act for Sirius to witness that he’d offered to do Remus’s work for him on several occasions even though he knew Remus would never allow that.
Remus glared at Sirius, who stared back defiantly. They were interrupted by Peter tapping Remus’s shoulder. Peter held out a piece of parchment.
“Here, Moony, you can look at mine if you want,” said Peter softly.
Remus almost told Peter that he didn’t need help with anything but decided to go along with the excuse for his being on Sirius’s bed. “Uh, thanks, Pete.” Remus looked at the paper grimly, and Sirius almost reached out to touch him. Instead, though, he closed his eyes again, letting Remus know that any conversation between them was over.
Remus pushed past a group of quarreling third-year Slytherins as he left Muggle Studies. He’d been waiting for the end of his last class to talk to Sirius. Ever since last night’s unfortunate event, Sirius had avoided Remus all day. Sirius had gone to bed without his usual goodnight wave to Remus, a custom that Sirius started upon returning to school that September. He’d also ignored Remus in the dorm that morning and skipped both breakfast and lunch. Remus was a patient person, but he was also easily irritated when things didn’t go well for him. Remus Lupin had enough problems in his life; he certainly didn’t need anymore.
Remus found Sirius sitting on a rock behind Hagrid’s hut. They’d discovered this secluded spot a few days before and made it their unofficial meeting place. Since Hagrid wasn’t home often, they felt safe here.
“Hi,” said Remus.
Sirius, twisting the sleeves of his robe, looked up. “If you came to make out, Remus, you can forget it.” He stood and leaned against the wall.
Remus almost smiled. “I came to apologize.”
“You already did last night,” replied Sirius.
“But you haven’t forgiven me,” Remus reminded him.
Sirius looked at him. “Tell me why you laughed, and I’ll forgive you.”
Remus stood next to Sirius and asked, “How do you not find it weird that me and you are doing this . . . with each other?”
“I do-sort of, but there’s nothing funny about it,” said Sirius.
“Well, your mind’s better equipped at handling this, I guess. I don’t know,” said Remus as he shrugged. “I mean, you’ve known me since I was a snotty eleven-year-old. You’ve seen me drool in my sleep, and heard me make the most horrid noises after every full moon, and you’ve seen me cry like a girl and, and, you’ve even watched me turn into a bloody werewolf. And now you’re snogging me.”
Sirius whispered, “I don’t think about that.”
“Right. It’s just that I do. And well, I know a lot about you, too. I’ve seen you throw up; I’ve seen copious amounts of pumpkin juice squirt out of your nose; I’ve heard you jerk off in your bed; I’ve seen you do every imaginable thing possible. And suddenly you have your tongue in my mouth and your hand on my arse. My mind just thinks it’s funny.”
“Maybe if you didn’t think about it,” suggested Sirius, small smile forming on his lips.
“I’ve tried; I-” started Remus before being cut off by Sirius’s lips on his. Sirius broke the kiss after a few seconds.
“Well? Were you thinking about it?” asked Sirius.
“Not right now,” replied a grinning Remus. Sirius pushed Remus flat against the wall and kissed him again. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius.
“By the way, Moony, I’m sorry about the essay remark,” whispered Sirius in between kisses.
Remus shook his head and pushed their faces together. Sirius deepened the kiss and eventually moved his mouth to Remus’s chin and throat. He hastily loosened Remus’s tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of Remus’s white shirt. As Sirius eagerly kissed Remus’s neck, Remus’s eyes flew open. He pursed his lips as his body slightly trembled. He let out a soft laugh and quickly bit his hand to stop any further sound.
“Moony?” came Sirius’s muffled voice.
Remus squeezed his eyes tight and began convulsing. Sirius released Remus and stepped back, a look of utter shock on his face.
“Remus."
Loud laughs emanated from Remus as he doubled over, his hand covering his mouth. He laughed for a few seconds before looking at a stoic Sirius. “S-s-sorry, so-so-sorry. I-I-I-” he broke off with another chuckle. Remus panted as the laughter subsided. “I-I tried.”
“Giggling git,” remarked an angry Sirius as he turned and walked away.
Remus tried to follow, but he suddenly started giggling again.
The Gryffindor common room was empty except for Remus, who sat on a brown couch in one corner. Most of the students were at the Quidditch field watching a match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. James had invited Remus to join him and Peter and Sirius, but one look at Sirius’s annoyed face made Remus decide to stay in. Now, however, he decided to apologize-again-to Sirius for his childish behavior. Remus still couldn’t explain his laughing fits-he didn’t understand them himself-but he needed to let Sirius know that he wasn’t laughing at him.
The closing of a door broke through Remus’s thoughts, and he looked up to see Sirius walk in. Sirius didn’t notice Remus and almost walked past him but stopped when Remus greeted him.
“How-how was the game?” asked Remus.
Sirius looked at his feet, his hands stuffed in his jacket’s pockets, and shrugged.
“Weren’t you watching it?”
Sirius sighed and looked up at Remus. “I was outside the Hufflepuff locker room trying to see who I could score with.”
“Uh, really?” asked Remus worriedly.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Oh. Well, can I talk to you?”
Sirius glanced around the room and then sat on the couch, leaving much space between himself and Remus. He crossed his arms but didn’t look at Remus. “What?”
“I’m sorry, Sirius. Again,” said Remus softly.
“Don’t apologize if you’re going to keep doing it,” said Sirius firmly.
“I know, I know. But Sirius, I don’t mean to do it, really. And I’m not laughing at you. I want this to happen-us, me and you. I still want to . . . you know, with you,” explained Remus.
“You have to relax, Remus,” said Sirius as he faced Remus.
“What do you mean?”
“Just stay in the moment. Clear your mind, and don’t think about anything else,” said Sirius. He blushed a little. “Doesn’t it, uh, feel good when we’re, uh, doing stuff?”
Remus smiled. “Yes.”
“Then go with that. Concentrate only on us and what we’re doing. Forget all the other things.”
Remus nodded. “I’ll try. I truly will.”
“And if you still need to laugh, then I-”
“-Won’t want to be with me?” asked Remus, a concerned look on his face.
“Remus, I wanna be with you for a long time,” said Sirius quietly.
“Yeah?” asked Remus, smiling once again.
“Call me crazy, but yeah,” replied Sirius as he scooted closer to Remus. “And I’ll just have to learn to put up with this quirk.”
Remus touched Sirius’s hand.
“But only because it’s you, Moony. If it was James or anyone else, I’d’ve chucked them the first time it happened.”
“Thanks. Do you want to try it again?”
Sirius pretended to think it over. “Okay. But you know what? This time I’m not going to stop ‘cause there’s gotta be a way to not make you laugh.”
“Okay.”
The two kissed slowly. “Feel like laughing?” asked Sirius.
“Nope,” replied Remus as he deepened the kiss. But they lasted only a minute before Remus became hysterical. Sirius, however, didn’t stop and instead covered Remus’s mouth with his own.
“S-s-sirius, it’s not-not working,” he said.
“Shh,” whispered Sirius as he pushed Remus down on the couch and laid his body on top of him. Applying just the right amount of pressure, Sirius pushed his hips into Remus’s. Remus moaned, and the giggling immediately stopped. “How’s that?” asked a smirking Sirius.
“That’ll work,” remarked a panting Remus as he grabbed Sirius’s hips and rubbed against them.
And for the next ten minutes, Remus did not laugh once.