God save the queen.
The fascist regime.
They made you a moron;
A potential H bomb.
God save the queen.
She ain’t no human being
And there’s no future
And England’s dreaming...
Friday 28th April 1978
“Remus… Remus. Fuck’s sake, wake up…”
“Piss off.” Remus grumbled, shaken awake. “S’the middle of the night.”
“You’re grinding your teeth again.” Sirius complained.
“I can’t help it. Go to sleep.”
“Between your gnashing and Prongs’ snoring and Wormtail getting up every five minutes, how can I?!”
“Oi!” A voice came from across the room, “I have a nervous bladder!”
“You shouldn’t drink so much before bed!” Sirius hissed back.
“Sor- ry , mother .” Peter retorted, grumpily, “I didn’t realise you were monitoring my biology.”
“You trip over your dirty laundry every time you get up!”
“Actually, it was Moony’s books!”
“Not mine!” Remus called, “For the prank!”
“All of you, shut up!” James yelled.
They were quiet, for a minute.
“Bloody Wormtail.” Sirius muttered into his pillow, rolling over.
“Great, now I need the loo…” Remus grumbled, getting out of bed, his bare feet hitting the cold floorboards.
He didn’t turn the light on in the bathroom, in an attempt to stay semi-asleep, but it was no good. By the time he’d got up, crossed the room, peed and washed his hands, Remus was fully awake. And his jaw hurt, so Sirius must have been right about the grinding. It was for the same reason Peter had been up and down all night, and probably the same reason Sirius couldn’t sleep. NEWTs started next week.
As he exited the little bathroom, Peter rushed forward to go in again, reaching for the panel of light switches on the wall as he did, and hitting the wrong one. Remus winced, feeling as if his retinas had blown out as startling artificial brightness filled the room.
“Wormtail you prick!” Sirius growled from the bed. Remus had left the curtains part way open, and the light struck across his face like a laser beam.
“Sorry, sorry!” Peter said, hopping from foot to foot as he fumbled with the switches on the wall, “I didn’t mean to get that one…”
“I can’t wait until I don’t have to share a room with you any more, you little rodent,” Sirius spat, sitting up, “Don’t you ever think about anyone else?!”
“Shut up, dickhead,” Peter replied, sounding sleepy and upset, “Think I like sharing with you and Moony?!”
“What about me and Moony?!” Sirius sat up, sharply.
“Just go to the loo, Peter,” Remus sighed, flicking on the bathroom light and then flicking off the big overhead bedroom light, so that they were cast into darkness once more. Peter slammed the door and locked it.
