All I Want Is Revenge You Know |Remus lupin

Chapter 7- What are friends for?

My head was throbbing like mad.
It felt as though I'd been hit over the head with a bludger.
did that happen? .
I strained to remember yesterday's match.
oh yeah we had won!
Smiling a little at the memory of the silver cup being passed around, I tried to open my eyes.

I looked around blearily, to find that I was in the boys' dorm.
I was used to being here, seeing as the boys were my best mates, and I often had sleepovers here.

Sirius was fast asleep, his hair messy and someone else's lipstick smudged around his mouth.
oh yeah, he got some kissing action last night.
I smirked.

Peter was also fast asleep in his bed, looking rather less disevelled, compared to Sirius.
I didn't recall seeing him at the party last night.
nor Mary.

I looked over James bed.
He wasn't in it, but in his place was Remus.
aww he gave me his bed.

He looked cute when he was sleeping.
I shook my head. just friends.

But I didn't even remember coming up here.

It was hard to remember anything from last night with his splitting headache.

I stumbled out of Remus's bed and made my way across the dorm.I opened the door, went out, and closed it softly.

The common room was a mess.

The house elves must have avoided it yesterday  because we partying all night.
can't blame them.

I was making my was across the common room, when I came across James laying abandoned on a table.

I went over to him.

I was going to the kitchen to get a milkshake for my hangover and it looked like he needed one too.
Might as well drag him along.

I shook him by his shoulders.
"Wake up dickhead!" I said shaking him more vigorously.
"What? are you dead?"

He groaned.
"Fucking shit!" he said, clutching his head.

I sighed.
"yeah I know me too, I'm going to get a milkshake from the kitchen, care to join?"

he nodded, eyes still a little screwed up in pain.

"What time is it?"

he squinted at his watch.
"twelve forty six."

"Fuck! we missed breakfast. Let's go get those milkshakes, we'll bring some back for the others."

he nodded.

The two of us made our way to the kitchens, talking about yesterday's match and how many bottles of firewhiskey we may have finished.

I tickled the pear on the portrait of the fruit bowl, and turned it when it morphed into a large, green door handle.

"Hello sir and miss!" squeeked a house elf at my knee.

"What can we get you?" asked another, eyes bright with glee.

"Hi guys!" I said cheerfully. I always liked house elves.
A few of them blushed and giggled as I adressed them, hiding their faces in their hands.

"Could we have some milkshakes?" asked James.
"we may have gone a little over-the-top with the drinks last night."

"right away sir!" cried about four elves, as they scurried away to fulfill the request.

"Have any of you seen Tibby?" I asked.

Tibby was my favourite house elf.
I met her in my first year.
On one particular night I was sneaking around, trying to look for the kitchen.
But the winding staircases and endless corridors of Hogwarts were still new to me then.
It was way past first years' curfew, and I was lost.
I was afraid I would get caught, when  my fear doubled as I heard the unmistakable sound of Filch prowling the corridor.