Imagine, for a second, after three days of no sleep (after a full moon and N.E.W.T.S.), and twelve bottles of firewhiskey...
"I wish I wasn't a werewolf!" Remus Lupin glared into his glass of Firewhisky, even as he tried to not to spin with the rest of the world.
"Shhh!" hiccuped Peter Pettigrew before he burst into giggles. "Don't tell anyone."
"It's all the moon's fault! Bloody moon!" Firewhisky sloshed out of Remus' glass and onto James Potter, waking him from his drunken coma.
"We should...we should get rid of it," James Potter slurred as Sirius stroked his sticky hair.
"Let's blow it up!" Sirius shouted, showering everyone in Firewhisky.
"YES! We...we'll blow up...blow up the moon!" James mumbled, his head back on the table.
Peter makes explosion noises, interrupted only by giggles and hiccups. By this point, Remus is slumped face-first in a puddle of Firewhisky and Sirius is slow-dancing a mop on top of another table.
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