The Marauders: Year Six #Wattys2017

I Thought I Was Your Muffin?

I Thought I Was Your Muffin?

Remus left the detention in the Muggle Studies classroom with a funny feeling about himself. Although he recalled sitting and doing homework the entire time he'd been there, he had gotten no further along in his work for his Potions paper than he'd been before he had gone. And he had this funny, heavy sort of feeling, like he was immensely tired and he couldn't figure out why. He blamed it on the moon, and went right to bed after getting back from the detention with Professor Gaunt.

Sirius sat beside him, "Are you sure you're alright? Do you need me to rub your back? Are your muscles sore? Are you ill? Do you need to go to Pomfrey?"

"No, I'm alright, I'm just tired," Remus replied.

Sirius stroked his hair 'til he fell asleep on top of him and lay there humming to himself after that, staring out the window...

Although the tiredness faded off, Remus still felt as though there was something wrong about the memory he had of the detention and he started looking into Memory Charms and if there were side effects that he might look for to help him figure out what really happened. "I don't know why, I just feel like something happened," he said when Sirius bugged him one night to stop reading his Charms books and to play a game of wizard chess with him by the fire in the common room. "James, have you talked with McKenna? Has she said there's anything odd about the Detention?"

James looked up from the play he was drawing up for the next Quidditch practice and he shook his head. "I haven't spoken to her."

"Since the detention?" Remus asked, "It's been days!"

James said, "Yeah... well."

"Have you even broken up with the poor damsel?" Sirius asked, discreetly taking Remus's Charms book with a wingardium leviosa and tucking it neatly under the bed.

"No, not yet. Not exactly."

"Might wanna get on that," Peter said wisely.

"Yes," Sirius said, "The longer you put it off, the more weepy they get."

"How would you know?" Remus demanded, "You've never broken up with anybody before."

"Yes I have! I broke up with Marlene McKinnon for your sorry arse! In fourth year!" Sirius said defensively. "Should've stayed with Marlene."

"Please," Remus replied, and he waved his wand, "Accio Charms book. Marlene McKinnon would put up with you for about eleven seconds before she slapped you silly for being a dirty pervert."

Sirius grinned.

"Besides, she can't bugger you like I can," Remus added, and he opened his textbook back up.

Sirius grabbed for the book and missed, flipping right off the bed, his feet flailing so much that he kicked the pillow Peter was reading his crystals for Divination on and sending them flying off the bed. "CAREFUL!" Peter cried, "FORTUNE TELLING IS GOING ON HERE! Bloody hell."

On the first day of December, the Yule Ball was announced, along with the dates for the next Hogsmeade's weekend. James posted the schedule for a final Quidditch practice before the holidays so everyone could make their plans around it. He was still avoiding McKenna, who seemed to have figured out what was going on because she didn't even try to sit by him at the lunch table, she simply went to the far end with the other girls, where Meg was sitting.

"You should probably be worried, Prongs," Sirius said, nodding down the length of the Gryffindor breakfast table. "They're forming an alliance against you. Look at that. Ready to tear each other's hair out last week, they're whispering and giggling now. You're fucked if they decide to hex you. I don't envy you."