The Collision Theory | Remus Lupin

64. Mummy's Knitting Obsession

Sirius plops himself down beside me at breakfast with an over-dramatic groan, followed by, "I need to shave. Look at this, I look scruffier than Potter."

James gives an undignified scoffing noise, accompanied by an even more undignified hand gesture. I'm about to retort to Sirius, but Remus beats me to it, "That's peach fuzz, Padsy. Complain when you actually grow facial hair."

I can't help but laugh at this, and shake my head, "This is coming from Mr Baby-face."

"You wait a few months," Remus sticks his tongue out at me, "all of us will have luxurious beards and we won't shave at all."

"Like lumberjacks," Peter adds in, and all four of the boys cross their arms, with determined expressions.

I nod solemnly, "Well then, I'm glad that it'll be safe to assume that this shared dream won't come true till you're all way past your physical peaks. Possibly a few decades."

"Well, thanks- wait what?!"

*

Charms passes with no new information apart from the fact that Marlene found out that trying to balance her wand on her upper lip was a bad idea, which ended with accidentally hexing a Ravenclaw. However, luckily for me, the rest of the day is somewhat productive: I stop Peter and Sirius from killing each other, copy Transfiguration notes off of Remus, and last but not least, do a little quidditch practice.
Needless to say, I sleep like a log the whole night.

"Oi! Lin! Linda! Linaroo, get up!" Lily shakes me abruptly from my half-sleeping daze, looking like a grinning ghost looming over me.

"Ya vybrosit vas iz okna i kormit' vas k sovam."

"I know only one language so I'm going to assume that you just said good morning," she grins wider, if that's even possible, and pulls my duvet off of me.

I clutch the covers for dear life, unwilling to get up early on a Saturday morning, "Let me translate that: I will throw you out of the window and feed you to the owls."

"That doesn't sound particularly logical, but alright," Lily shrugs, smirking as she turns to grab a cardigan, "breakfast is almost over by the way."

"What?!" This time I lurch out of bed, grabbing my jeans and a shirt, "Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

"I tried, but you sleep like the dead."

*

"She has awoken!" Marlene gasps, feigning a look of horror.

"It's a miracle!" Alice all but shrieks, pretending to swoon on Emmeline.

I take the seat beside Marlene, and grab a bread roll off of one of the platters, starting to butter it. There's almost nothing left on the tables, since every hungry Gryffindor has come to the table before me, "Good morning to you too, ladies."

"Always wonderful to see you smile, Novak," Emmeline grins.

"Ever the charmer, Vance."

"Eat up, you have a big day ahead," Lily piles some scrambled egg onto my plate, from where she scavenged it off of the Ravenclaw table. I take it gratefully, not looking up from my plate as the familiar hooting of owls fills the Hall. Lily mumbles, "I hope Witches Weekly is coming."

"Holy-!" I almost jump out of my skin as a large parcel drops in front of me, onto the empty bread platter. The eagle owl who brought it nips at my scrambled egg before taking off again. I reach slowly for the parcel, wary of it, for it has no return address on it, only my name scribbled on in black ink, which has been smudged by drops of rain.