Status Updates From All the Young Dudes

“I haven’t got time for this!” Remus left at once, marching purposefully down the stairs. Any time of the month - any time at all, other than the full moon - and Remus could keep all the plates spinning; his desire for Sirius, his jealousy of Mary, his loneliness for someone to talk to. Just now it was all a bit too much.
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🥺 poor baby

“Didn’t I tell you, Moony? Didn’t I tell you?!” He whispered, feverishly.
“You did,” Remus smiled, weakly. He lowered his voice, so that no one else could hear him, and looked at Sirius carefully, “Was it scary? Was I scary?” He had no idea what he looked like in wolf form.
Sirius’s expression did not flicker.
“No.” He said, firmly. “You were beautiful.”

The black one growled too, sniffing at the wolf. It stepped forward and the wolf snarled, still unsure. The black one lay down at the wolf’s feet. It rolled over and showed its belly. Friend. The wolf, knowing itself to be the leader now, stopped growling. He recognised the scent of them; knew they meant no harm.
This was his pack - and he was no longer alone.
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