Am I A Monster?

I’m not… but we will… *offers him one of the bottles he’s trying to duplicate*

I don't think it would be a good idea for me. -Laughs but not takes the bottles- 

When a first year threw up all over his shiny shoes and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it because Dumbledore was just feet away.

You should have taken a photo of that!

Are you drunk, Sirius?

I probably shouldn't be laughing....

When?

"It's not irrelevant! This can't be happen again, and if you stay silent, maybe he will!" He didn't understand why Sirius was being so vague. It wasn't him, it was so strange.. Remus couldn't let his worries go out that moment. If fixing an arm was what his friend wanted, he'd do it.  He'd talk with James later and see what they could do.. perhaps. "Just tell me how this someone did it to you. I think we can hide it with a spell.. But it'll remain for a while. Like my.. scars, you know?" His voice was quieter now, worried about that arm, full of bro-love for his unlucky best friend. "Maybe we can show it to Poppy.." And still, Sirius probably didn't want anyone to know. "No, never mind. We'll take care of you."

I'll never get enough of this feeling

I prefer something quieter as reading..