The Marauder Diaries

LILLY

08.12.76

I went to look for Remus this evening.  It's been two days since his last transformation, and James had told me that it had been a difficult one.

Everyone had gathered in the Great Hall for dinner, and amongst the cluster of Gryffindor's scoffing down sausages, some with thick gravy dribbling down their chins, it dawned on me that Remus was absent.

After having a transformation, Remus will take a few days to himself.  He will wait until everyone in the common room has went to bed, pull the argyle armchair next to the coal fire, grab his favourite tartan blanket and curl up with a book (from what I remember, he's been reading Lord of the Rings) until he can see the pink tint of sunrise from the window.  He will also have most likely scoffed an entire bar of chocolate.  It's his selfcare.

However, Remus normally makes a fuss about gaining his strength back - ("It's imperative I eat!")  So when I realised that he was missing dinner, I abandoned my meal and the boys.
"Where you off to Evans?"  James had inquired as I raised up from the table.

"Moony hasn't come for dinner.  I'm going to scour the castle."

Sirius, with a mouth full of mashed potatoes, eyed my plate and pointed. "Yoh gowna eet tat?"

I lightly pushed my plate over to him, and before leaving, informed him that he'd better sneak whatever was left up to the common room for me.  He winked and started hamming into my chicken.

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Eventually I found Remus.  He was laying on the hill just outside of the castle, gazing into the twilight, accompanied by the record player he and the boys shared.  Muggle items aren't supposed to be taken to Hogwarts.  It's considered contraband.  You can imagine what happens if you're caught with it, especially if it's Filch who has discovered it...  Thankfully we have the advantage of James' invisibility cloak.

Since third year, the boys have taken muggle items from home, ranging from vinyl's, books, video cameras.  James also brings a football, and when dusk hits they will play football on the Quidditch pitch.  It is a sight to behold, honestly.  They had a match last week, and James got aggravated with Sirius. They only have one rule when playing football – no magic.

"Sirius!  What the fuck?" James had bellowed from across the pitch, "That's a foul!"

Whilst this was unfolding, Remus, Peter and I were trying our best not to laugh.  I had turned to Remus and asked if he should mediate.

"Oh no.  I want to see where this goes.  They'll probably change into their forms and race it out."

"My gaellons are on Prongs."  Peter had chuckled.

My eyes had rolled into the back of my head.  The two always do that when they have a disagreement.  Sirius tried to convince James that the wand in his Doc Martens was a shoehorn.  However, we all knew that the cheating prick used Wingardium Leviosa.

When I got closer to Remus, I found that he was listening to Simon and Garfunkel.  They're his favourite, next to The Beatles. When James and Sirius had stumbled upon Remus' vinyl collection one summer, they were shocked that it mostly consisted mainly of The Beatles, John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Yes.

"What about Led Zeppelin?" Sirius had cried.
James was flipping through the vinyl sleeves before he whined, "You don't even have The Doors!  Christ Moony, it's a good thing we're here."

On the topic of music – every year when we're on the Hogwarts Express heading to school, the boys put black sunglasses on, Sirius takes out his cassette player and blasts The Boys Are Back In Town. This is usually accompanied by them standing on the seats playing air guitar.