Saturday 25th February 1978
Remus didn’t think he had ever hated fire whisky more. When he woke up the next morning his throat was raw, his limbs ached and his head was throbbing. He’d take a full moon over a hangover any day. At least after a full moon everyone was sympathetic.
“Urrrgh.” Someone else groaned from their bed. There were loud footsteps, as whoever it was ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, and began to throw up noisily.
“Lovely.” Sirius murmured from the pillow next to Remus.
“All right in there, Pete?” James shouted. He was met with an alarming gurgling sound from within the bathroom. “Bit of breakfast’ll sort you out,” James advised.
Remus heard James’s feet hit the floor. He began to whistle a jaunty tune. Bloody perfect Potter and his immunity to hangovers.
Remus’s stomach growled. Breakfast sounded good, despite the stabbing pain behind his eyeballs. Sirius raised his head at the noise and grinned,
“All right, Moony?”
“Mm.” He nodded, weakly, “Thirsty. Hungry.”
“S’pose I’m not getting my saturday lie in, then…” Sirius sighed over-dramatically. He whipped back the duvet, then the curtains to climb out.
Remus sat up slowly.
“Pyjamas?” He grumbled, feeling around under his pillow.
“Yeah, you put up a bit of a fight on that front,” Sirius chuckled, stretching and yawning. “Said you were too hot. You threw them across the room and I gave up.”
“Defeatist.” Remus replied, clambering out of bed in his boxers to look for them. He’d have to go and use the shared bathroom up the hall; it didn’t sound like Peter would be coming out any time soon. His eyes stung in the bright morning sunlight, and he bent over, feeling about on the floor for his pyjama shirt and bottoms like a confused gibbon.
“Morning lads,” Lily said, from the end of James’s bed.
“Shit!” Remus jumped, surprised, and covered his crotch with the nearest quidditch magazine, then dived back behind his bed curtain, “What the bloody hell are you doing here?!”
“I slept here.” Lily replied, a grin in her voice. “I didn’t know you two shared a bed.”
“I didn’t know you two shared a bed.” Sirius replied, indignantly. He threw Remus his pyjamas, “There you are, Moony, make yourself decent.”
Remus was going to kill James. What did he think he was playing at, inviting girls into their bedroom? Surely there was an unwritten rule on that?! Was nowhere sacred?! He pulled his pyjamas on as quick as he could over his underwear, then hurried out of the room.
“I didn’t see anything!” Lily called after him, giggling.
Christ .
* * *
Thank goodness it was saturday. They made slow progress to breakfast, but in the end even Peter made it down, though he was still very pale and quiet, and just sat sipping his tea.
Remus, meanwhile loaded his plate up until he couldn’t see the china pattern. Weekend breakfasts were the best; fried eggs, thick cumberland sausages, dark fried mushrooms, bacon, golden toast slathered in butter, baked beans, fried tomato, black pudding… he was seriously going to miss Hogwarts food.
“Why is Remus eating a hangover breakfast?” Mary asked, pouring herself some orange juice. “And where were you all yesterday afternoon?!”
“Think you’ve answered your own question, MacDonald,” Sirius winked.
