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𝕽emus groaned to himself, stirring from his slumber, feeling an immediate ache in his bones. The full moon was last night. It wasn't his worst, especially with the three Marauders accompanying him to keep him occupied but it was also definitely not his best. No full moon is the best. The dull ache in his body hitting like an aftershock of being hit by a ton of bricks, his head pounding. It's better than being at home though. Here he has Madame Pomfrey, the right equipment and a safe place to transform with the animagi for company. At home he doesn't have that.
He shifts on his bed, fluttering his eyes open, remembering he has to blink four times, close for fourteen seconds, and then he can open them again to adjust to the lighting in the hospital wing. He lets out a few deep breaths, hearing a faint stroking or scratching of some sort to the right of him, his head turning around in the direction, his heart fluttering at the sight. Willow Bellamy at his bedside, her sketchbook on her lap with a small table Madame Pomfrey must have pulled up, with some paints and her coloured pencils to rest on, in her own little world drawing and sketching.
He observes her for a while, staying quiet, enjoying watching her in her element. He knows she knows he's awake, she knows everything, her intuition is phenomenal. Still, he watches her, noticing the way she twitches her nose when she pauses to check what she's drawn, her tongue lightly sticking out the corner of her mouth as a sign of deep concentration, her long eyelashes fluttering as she looks down. He finally decides to speak, his voice quite raspy when he whispered,
"Hi"
"Hi" I whispered back, my lips tugging upwards at the words we've been accustomed to say to each other in greeting. I placed my sketchbook down on the table, shuffling the chair closer to him, much to his amusement, a lazy grin on his face despite the circumstances.
"How are you?" He mumbled, knowing that she doesn't get much sleep on the full moons and is usually quite tired afterwards, he can tell again from the dark circles under her eyes he probably mirrored under his own. She still looked ethereal to him though, she always looked beyond anything in this world. His heart warms when she chuckles, shaking his head at him,
"After what you went through last night, you're asking how I am? That chocolate has been sweetening you up too much" I uttered softly, inspection over his features all soft from sleep. It reminded me of the nap we took in my dorm room together a few days ago, and when we woke up, he looked adorable. That's when I decided, my favourite Remus is sleepy, half awake Remus, with extra fluffy hair, soft eyes and his stupid lazy grin.
"Am I not allowed to be sweet to the prettiest girl?" He murmured, my heart fluttering in my chest, an uncontrollable smile gracing my lips. This boy.
"Of course you can, let me just go and grab her" I teased, beginning to stand up, his arm reaching out from under his covers, wrapping his hand around my wrist weakly, tugging me back to sit down, mumbling hoarsely,
