Moon Phases // Professor Lupin

Chapter Five

"Merlin Almighty, why does my head feel like it just got pulled from one of those bingo spinning cage thingies?"

"Hangover, baby," Marley yawned, beginning to wake up.

"Today's question," Hank decided, sitting up from his bed, "Sleeping in the nude: good idea or horrible mistake?"

"Great idea," Marley sprung up out of her bed.

"Defend your answer with textual evidence," Hank prompted.

Marley thought for a second before coming up empty and sitting back down.

"Horrible mistake," Sydney decided, "What if you get robbed and you have to run out of your house to escape? Then you'll be naked out in the street."

"Or," Marley decided, a coherent thought coming to mind, "The robber will be so shocked that they won't even remember what they're doing in your house!"

"The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief," Winston spoke, running his fingers through his messy brown hair, "Told you I get Shakespearean in the morning."

"Period blood on your sheets," Paisley said, holding her head in her hands trying to contain the raging headache she had.

"True," Sydney agreed.

"That's a good point," Marley conceded.

"Breakfast?" Hank asked.

"I don't know if I can walk," Paisley said.

"That bad, huh?" Sydney asked.

"When did you get in last night?" Winston asked Syd.

"None of your business," she scoffed.

"The naked truth is always better than the best dressed lie," Winston mumbled.

"And after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade."

Winston rolled his eyes at her.

"Why do you care, anyway?"

"I don't," Winston grumbled into his pillow.

"Come on, don't make me go to breakfast alone," Hank cried.

"I'll go," Marley said, "Think I might be able to make a hangover cure."

"Like a potion?" Paisley asked.

"Just some orange juice and dittany," Marley said, "I used to make some for the seventh years when I was a first year. If you can walk to the Great Hall I can make it for you."

Paisley agreed and they made their way to the hall. To her disappointment, Remus wasn't seated at the staff table. Was he out sick again? On her first day helping him?

Marley took a pinch of dittany from a plastic bag in her pocket and sprinkled it into a glass of orange juice. Paisley wasn't a big fan of citrus but she drank it anyway. Instantly her headache dissipated.

"Thanks," she said.

"You owe me two kisses now," Marley grinned, "Redeemable at any time."

"Fair enough," Paisley agreed, not at all intending on following through, "What were you two doing while I was making an absolute fool of myself?"

"Cozying up to Kayla from Slytherin," Marley began, "But then I noticed you were about six feet taller than you usually were."

"Sorry about that," Paisley muttered.

"You should be, you cockblock," Marley laughed.

"Is it cockblocking if neither of you have—"

"Anyway," Hank interrupted, "I was talking to Sage from Hufflepuff, she said that black is my color."