[RL with Remus]

[why_so_me]

Sirius was in the Gryffindor common room during one of his study breaks, sitting in one of the armchairs with his books out. He was supposed to be writing a History of Magic essay on the Goblin Wars of South-East Asia, but every time he tried to read another page's worth of information he felt his eyes drooping. Quidditch practice the previous

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[lycanthropy_101]

Remus clutched his books tight to his chest, crashing through the portait hole and immediately making his way to the stairs to the 5th year boys dormitory. He stop to look around and see if anyone was in the common room, didn't notice Sirius snoozing there with his work in front of him. He just hurried forward, looking, well. Looking troubled, but also looking like he was trying to hide that fact, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself before he disappeared into the dormitory room, his pace just a little bit slower than a full-out dash.

[why_so_me]

Siriius blinked awake as someone crashed through the common room. He didn't have time to register what was going on until Remus had already vanished into the dorms. Confused, Sirius followed, poking his head through the dormitory doorway and asking, "Moony?"

[lycanthropy_101]

Remus had tossed all of his books haphazardly onto the bed (instead of putting them in a neat pile on his nightstand like normal), and had wrenched his sweater off over his head, laying it on the ground between his bed and Sirius's, the next one over. He had his wand out, and he was kneeling over it frantically trying to think of the right spell to get rid of the word written there, but he was upset enough about it not to remember what it was. He knew that they'd learned it, and yet.

He jumped as he heard Sirius's voice. "...Sirius," he said, acknowledging the other boy's presence. He tried to think harder, faster about what the spell was, but nothing was coming. Crap. Now Sirius was going to find out about it, too.

[why_so_me]

Siriius saw Remus was acting panicky, and he took only a second to figure out the source of it. He stepped closer, tilting his head so he could read what was written, trying to see what had happened to make his friend so upset. "Moony, what's this?"