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Remus is a Lightweight

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Description: Sirius, James, and Peter discover just how much of a lightweight Remus is at a house party.

Story:

Remus normally didn't like parties. Sirius and James were the kings of throwing house parties all the time whenever they could think of an excuse to throw one. They could party all night, while Remus would much rather be up in the dorm or else the library.

But this was a special occasion. The day was the 27th of March and Remus was turning sixteen. Because it was his birthday party, he was expected to be there. So Remus set aside his distaste for parties and talked himself into enjoying it.

Of course, enjoying it entailed accepting the cup of firewhiskey that Sirius put in his hand. Sirius was known to drink an entire bottle before he started to get drunk, but Remus was feeling a little fuzzy after only half the glass had burned its way down his throat.

By the time he'd finished the glass, he felt like his head was floating somewhere above his body. He felt lighter, anyway.

It took him a few seconds too long to process that someone had their hand at his elbow. He turned to look and there was Peter Pettigrew.

"You alright, Rey?" He asked, the hints of a smile playing on his pudgy little face.

Remus nodded too fast and felt dizzy. He laughed. "Yer name's funny. Petttter Pettigreeew. Peter. Pete. Pett. Did you grow a pet?" He was over pronouncing the T.

Peter gave him a funny look. "Maybe you should sit down."

Remus was confused. "But I'm standing."

"Yeah I know, but I said maybe you should sit instead."

"But I'm standing."

Peter sighed, deciding he probably needed reinforcements, so he waved James over. James had been hopelessly trying to get Lily to dance with him and was half disappointed and half relieved that he was needed elsewhere.

"What's the—oh I see," he hooted with laughter. "Oh boy, this is gonna be good. Drunk Remus!"

"But I don't play basketball, you silly goose," Remus teased.

James and Peter shared a look and burst into laughter, James doubled over. "Drunk, not dunk."

Remus was confused and his lip started to tremble. "Why are you laughing at me?" He asked with a quiver to his voice.

James tried to calm himself, wiping his watering eyes. "Oh Rey, we aren't laughing at you, bloody hell!" A few laughs still escaped.

"Who wants round four! Or for my dear Moony's sake, round two?" Sirius called, strutting over to their little group with a bottle of firewhiskey in tow.

James put his hands up, blocking Sirius from pouring more into Remus's cup. "I think he's had enough, mate."

Sirius eyes sparkled when he saw Remus's state. "Never knew you were such a lightweight, Moony. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"But I'm not tiredddddd," Remus whines as Sirius dragged him along by the hand.

"Yes you are," Sirius said.

Remus considered this new information. "Oh," he said with a shrug. "Okay."

Sirius chuckled to himself and tucked Remus into bed.

Of course, Remus had a hangover in the morning.

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