Summary: In which Remus has to do a lot of emotional labour.
"I've had enough." Peter said, grimly. Remus sighed, next to him. He knew the feeling, but there wasn't much point whinging about it now. "I really have!" Peter reiterated, his voice slightly high as he looked up at Remus for validation.
"I know you have." Remus replied, hoping to placate him.
"They've dragged us into all sorts of stuff, got us detentions - and I never complained."
"Well. You did a bit." Remus raised an eyebrow. Peter nodded,
"Ok, I did sometimes, but I always did as James said. And Sirius, even though he's horrible to me."
"Sirius is horrible to everyone." Remus said, getting bored now.
"Well this time I've definitely had enough." Peter continued. "They've gone too far."
"We're just being supportive," Remus yawned, leaning forward on the wooden spectator stands, "Thought you liked being supportive."
"Not-" Peter grimaced, "At five o'clock in the morning."
Remus was inclined to agree, even if he wasn't going to whinge about it. At least Peter actually liked quidditch. They looked out on the quiet pitch, grass thick and green under a gauzy veil of early morning mist. James and Sirius were presumably still in the changing rooms with the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team hopefuls. Remus and Peter were both huddled in the stands, wrapped in their scarves and hats, waiting for the trials to begin.
They had been there for at least an hour already - too early even for breakfast, because James had wanted to practice beforehand. They might have said no, and slept in instead, letting the other two go early if they wanted. But Peter was right; they always did as James said, he was just too good at convincing them. Remus yawned again.
"Oh, hello, Remus," Lily Evans came up the stairs, smiling at them tiredly, "Hi Peter."
"Morning." Remus nodded back,
"'Lo, Lily," Peter yawned.
"Chilly, isn't it! Here to watch the quidditch trials?"
"Yup."
"Should have known James would be having a go." Lily said, wearily. James' quidditch fanaticism was not restricted to the marauders dorm room; everyone who'd ever met him knew how keen he was.
"Sirius, too." Remus said.
"Well, never one without the other." Lily replied primly.
"Who are you watching?" Peter asked.
"Marlene," Lily pointed at the far end of the pitch, where the Gryffindor quidditch team and new applicants were gathering by the goal posts. Remus could just make out Marlene McKinnon's pale blonde ponytail. "She's going for beater."
"That's the position Siri-" Peter started, but Remus kicked him quickly in the leg.
Lily looked at them, bemused, and opted to change the subject.
"Remus, can you check on the 'pleasant dream' potion tonight? I'm really behind on my astrology and I wanted to talk to Professor Aster."
"Can't," Remus replied, leaning forward on his elbows, "We've got detention."
"Oh. What for?"
"Levitating all of the tables and chairs in the Defence Against the Darks Arts classroom." Peter supplied.
"Really?" Lily looked surprised, "I didn't hear about that."
"We haven't done it yet," Remus said, "We're going to later while everyone's at lunch. But I expect they'll know it was us and we'll get the detention anyway."
