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“Hey!” Karma smiled, greeting a familiar face. By now, she already met quite a lot of people. “I’m heading to Little Hill. Wanna join me?” She pointed with her finger in the dinner’s direction. Having some company would be nice, she could have easily asked to her friends but she waned to give them some “married time”.

Remus was aching throughout every inch of his body, a searing burn but what else was new? He stirred, his eyes blinking open to sense his surroundings. It was the middle of a forest, laying propped up against a tree and feeling withered. It was the second full moon he transformed along with other werewolves and it was starting to make him near exhausted, more so than usual. It was different with the other wolves, making him use his animal instinct and senses he would rather not use. It was different than being with the Marauders who Remus would rather be with instead of trying to find Fenrir who seemed to be hiding under every rock. He wondered if the Death Eaters near escape at Azkaban had to do with Fenrir not transforming with his regular crowd. It was the second time Remus had done this and the second time Fenrir had not been there. Remus had prepared himself for if the other wolf did show up but to no avail. 

He apparated quickly to his flat, guessing it was quite early in the morning since his body was hardly awake. When he opened the door, a charm casted on the lock to only unlock for him and his flatmates, he stepped inside and felt his bed screaming for him to lay down. But first his feet took him to the kitchen to make his usual pot of tea. Remus must have been dazed when he blinked, seeing James sprawled on the couch who also seemed to just be waking up. 

He had not put in perspective how deranged he must look. His hair more ruffled than usual with an added twig and dirt from the earth floor. Remus’ clothes were wrinkled and he himself was a picture of a mess. “Er-good morning,” Remus said weakly, giving James a small smile. “Care for some...tea?”