Remus grunted as he sat down at his spot at the Gryffindor table next to Sirius, head falling into his palms. The days after a full moon were always the worst, especially during the weekdays at school. After the events of the night, he always found himself covered in self-inflicted cuts and bruises and more exhausted than he normally ever felt. Not to mention the low-grade fever and splitting headache that followed like the plague.
He was vaguely aware of Peter glancing up and giving him a pitying glance, but he didn't return his gaze. Sirius and James sat on opposite sides of the table with Sirius sitting to his left and James across from them next to Peter. Neither spoke, which was relatively new to Remus but he welcomed the silence. Instead, they stayed focused on the books and parchments they seemed to be cramming from, save for the inquisitive side glance Sirius gave him.
Honestly, he didn't have the energy for anything; everything hurt. He just wanted to sleep the entire day away... but he couldn't. It was a Tuesday which meant study halls and classes and pop quizzes. He didn't want to study, he really really didn't, but he leaned back and grabbed his satchel nonetheless and pulled out the first book his fingers made contact with.
Upon plopping it onto the face of the table and rattling all the cutlery, he finally spoke up. "You know, I had the weirdest dream last night."
Peter's fingers stilled on the page of his book and, from the corner of his eyes, Remus could see James and Sirius perk up at the sound of his voice. Peter blinked and swallowed thickly before looking back down at his book and thumbing through a page or two, clearly not reading its print.
"Oh yeah?" He hummed with measured interest Remus was too tired to pick up on. "What happened in it?"
Remus flipped the heavy cover of his transfiguration book open but didn't go any further. The dream was muddled and hazy, but he could almost feel the bite of the cold from the Forbidden Forest. "Well, I remember you, me, Sirius, and James out at the Shrieking Shack. And then for some reason, we all ran around the Forbidden Forest as a pack of wild animals." At that, he broke off into a weak laugh. "Ridiculous, innit?"
No one responded. No one laughed.
Remus immediately looked up from where he had been staring at his idle hands and zeroed in on Peter. His wide, watery eyes were glued to his book and his face looked deathly pale, his lips pressed into a white line. James adamantly refused to look in Remus's direction, practically glued to his croissant and parchment and Sirius had smartly leaned over and begun rifling through his own bag for some unknown object.
Remus's stomach went icy with realization. His fingers twitched against his book and he was fairly certain he had gained a constant tick in his left eye.
"You all know that little voice you get in your head that tells you whether something is or isn't a good idea?"
Everyone at the table grimaced as Remus took a deep breath.
"WELL, YOU ALL DON'T BLOODY WELL HAVE ONE!"
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Marauders Incorrect Quotes but They're Short Stories!
FanfictionThis is exactly what the title says. These are all oneshots/drabbles that I wrote out based on randomly generated incorrect quotes! It's chaos with one serious scene sprinkled in. Enjoy! Some ships included.