✌︎︎𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜✌︎︎

Werewolves

After hours of Clara writing up four essays and answering questions on five homework assignments, she finally finished.

"Padfoot," Clara yawned.

Sirius was laying down on the bed next to her, he had promised that he would wait till she finished to sleep.

"Padfoot," Clara repeated, getting off her bed. 

"I'm not available right now," Sirius groaned.

"You! You said you wouldn't sleep, you promised!" Clara started shaking him.

"I'm tired!" Sirius took Clara's hands off of him.

"I was planning on helping you with your homework, but I guess you'll have to do them on your own in the morning!" Clara shrugged, walking back to her bed.

"I'll ask Moony to help me." Sirius told Clara, playing with his hair.

"I don't care," Clara - hesitantly - laid down on her back, muttering swear words under her breath.

"Language," Sirius said in song-like tune.

Clara looked at Sirius and made a rude sign with her left hand, and Sirius burst into laughter.

In the morning, at around eight...

Clara awoke early the next morning, having not slept for at least six hours, she was immensely tired. Clara looked over to see Sirius awake, writing one of his essays.

"Watcha doin?" Clara yawned, turning over in her bed.

"Transfiguration," Sirius replied simply.

Clara scrambled to the other end of her bed, looking for her Transfiguration essay. "Here," she said getting off her bed, rubbing her eyes with her arm, and handed Sirius her essay. "Use the same information, change the words," 

"Thanks," Sirius muttered taking the paper without looking up.

To Sirius's surprise, Clara sat down on his bed beside him. She laid her head on his shoulder, yawning once again.

"How can I change 'However?'" Sirius asked Clara.

"On the other hand, nevertheless, nonetheless," Clara answered in a low tired voice.

"You okay?" Sirius looked at Clara, a look of concern on his pale face.

"Yeah, why?" Clara rubbed her eyes again.

"You look and sound tired," Sirius said, and turned back to his paper.

"I'm fine!" Clara got up off of Sirius's bed and started walking towards Madam Pomfrey's office.

"I know you're fine, I'm just making sure!" Sirius muttered.

Clara knocked on the door to Pomfrey's office, and awaited her response.

The door opened and Pomfrey emerged from her office. 

"Clara, are you feeling well?" She asked Clara.

"Yeah, I was actually going to ask if I could leave," Clara responded.

"If you feel you can, you may, but let me just give you the medicine for your bruise." Pomfrey turned around and walked back into her office.

Clara waited for Pomfrey to return, silently playing with her fingers.

"Wait up for me, I'm not staying here alone." Sirius began tidying up his papers, and tidied Clara's up too.