riddlelog | full moon with moon moon [partially open]

[Peter is very aware of the date. It isn't the first time he's been unable to join Remus on the night of the full moon, but that doesn't make Peter feel any less left out. He knows that he shouldn't make it about him. Even when the Marauders did wander the Forbidden Forest, the transformation still took a toll on Moony. Still, Peter hates the fact that he's been cut off from the other Marauders on the one night of the month that had been their own.

He can't think about that now. In his hands he carries a box of chocolate frogs and a bottle of firewhiskey. It was the normal post-moon aftercare special. Peter hasn't forgotten and he hopes Remus recognizes it.

Peter knocks on the door, waiting to hear the click of the lock before letting himself in. "Moony?" he calls, not seeing Remus on the couch right away. "Are you all right there? It's me. Thought you could use a pick me up."

Thanks, Wormy. Over here. [Despite his obvious exhaustion, Remus smiles to see his Peter, lifting a bandaged arm to give a short wave. His expression brightens further, seeing the familiar combination.] Close the door behind you and sit, yeah? I'll make room.

[Peter's not the only one that misses how things were at Hogwarts, the four of them running around together under the full moon. It can't be like that anymore, though. Honestly, Sirius and James shouldn't even be joining him, and he's not sure how much it helps, in such tight quarters. Full moons are getting worse and worse again, like they did before the Marauders figured out their animagus forms, leaving him more injured, more drained, every time.

He carefully shifts on the couch to make room for Peter, sitting properly instead of laying length-wise along it. There are signs of Sirius having been there earlier, mainly in that Remus is surrounded in pillows and blankets and has a cup of tea and a sandwich on the side-table next to him, all things he would likely neglect to do on his own.]

[Peter carries the chocolate and the firewhiskey over to Remus, setting them down on the side-table. He makes note of the sandwich and cup of tea. Sirius had been there. He knew he shouldn't feel jealous, but he does. Ever since he had the trace put on and registered as an animagus, the one special secret he had was gone. Sirius and James got to keep theirs a secret. It really wasn't fair.

He supposed he and Remus were similar in that respect.]

How are you feeling? You look... better than I expected. At least you made it through in one piece.

[Peter smiles and offers Remus a bit of chocolate.]

Did James and Sirius visit?

[It was definitely something the two of them shared with each other, but not Sirius and James. Both the losing of a secret they would have preferred to stay hidden, and the loss of a certain amount of freedom after Hogwarts.

He shrugs, accepting the chocolate with a smile. He is a man of simple needs and wants.]

Don't I always? I'll be fine. [Never mind that more of him is bandaged than the month before, and that keeps being true every time. He slowly opens the chocolate frog.]

Yeah. Pads spent the night. [It doesn't seem like it helped much, though, except in that he was right there once Remus transformed back.]

You always say you'll be fine. D'you ever think you'll be able to say that with a straight face? [Peter smiles and nudges Remus' shoulder gently. He's teasing his friend, like he's always done. Remus looks like shit and they both know it. It's easier to take when Peter makes light of it.]

Glad Padfoot could stick around. At least the flat is big enough for the both of you. [He feels a twinge of jealousy. He wouldn't take up much space at all. He'd love to be there, to spend the full moon just as they always had. It just wasn't fair.]

How 'bout I pour us both a drink, yeah? Cups in the cupboard?

Did I not this time? [He blinks with faked innocence, rocking slightly with the nudge. Peter's not off the mark with the teasing, lightening the mood of it has always done wonders to help it feel-- a little more normal. As normal as it could, anyway.

He huffs sardonically.] Barely. I mean, this part of it, sure... [But this isn't the part of the flat where he transforms. If he had to live in the room he chained himself up in every full moon, he might actually go mad. He needs the separation, even if it's only by way of a door. Out of sight, out of mind.]

Yeah, same as always. Thank you, Pete.

[Peter stands and walks into the kitchen. Hearing Remus brush off the fact that Padfoot had been there as though it was just the way of things made the jealousy turn into a stone. It weighed him down and allowed the ugly thoughts to float to the surface.]

If the other room is so small, maybe you should set up a room expander charm. [Ask me. I'm small enough and careful. Ask me.] That way all three of you could fit more comfortably. [You won't, will you? And not because of the curfew. You won't because you don't want me there. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.] As long as the safety precautions are there, I'm sure the Ministry wouldn't mind.

[Peter carries the two glasses of whiskey over and hands one to Remus. He clinks the glasses together before taking a sip.]

I've a few contacts in the Ministry, you know. I could make a few calls.

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I’ll see if the landlord is amiable, but... [Remus shrugs, accepting the glass of whiskey. The building is in muggle London, but the owner and landlord is a Squib. It’s mostly people like that who live there, those who live in between the magical and muggle worlds, and people like Remus, who have little other choice.] It was enough of a hassle just to get this much. As for the Ministry…

[He shakes his head, taking a short sip after Peter clinks their glasses.] I don’t know if I want them questioning why I felt the need to expand the room. [And they will question it. He changes the damn curtains in his living room and there’s questions, every little thing treated with the utmost suspicion.

And of course, it’s highly illegal for anyone to be in the room with him on the night of the full moon, animagus forms or no. (And guess what the Trace would pick up on Peter, not that Remus knows there’s an issue there.)] I do appreciate the offer, though.

Yeah. [Peter expected as much. How many times had he tried to offer Remus a solution to his problems? How many times had the offer been politely declined. He knows he isn't the only one. He's overheard James and Sirius say as much before. Still, maybe one of these times Moony will take the advice.]

You should still think about it. The Ministry is shit, but it's always been that way. Not everyone in it is a raging arse. Maybe all it takes is just one person to look the other way. At least you'd be more comfortable in a larger room. No one would have to know of the other reasons.

I know not everyone is. You're there, after all. [Remus smiles faintly, taking another drink.] Problem is, I never know whether I'm going to get one of the raging arses or not. [That and he's convinced that a particular brand of raging arse is drawn to working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

It's right there in the damn title. Control.] Well, with the restraints, I can't exactly move around as is. A bigger room wouldn't help with that. [Has Peter even seen the shackles? Remus doesn't think he's ever had cause to go into the room he transforms in, since he can't join them on full moons, and Remus himself certainly doesn't go in there unless he has to. He hadn't had to use any restraints during full moons at the Shack, but a lot changed after they graduated. It's just another injury, really, the marks they leave on his wrists and ankles.] So it'd be a suspicious thing to ask for.

[Restraints. Peter never even considered the fact that Remus would be restrained. Then again, Remus has never invited him to see the room where he spends his Full Moon nights. Peter has never asked to see it. Even though it hurts to know they can never spend the Full Moon as they did at Hogwarts, Peter still remembers how it felt the moment he saw inside the Shrieking Shack for the first time. It's better that he doesn't see it.]

If you get a raging arse at the Ministry, you should let me know. I've a bag full of Howlers just waiting to go off. They may just mysteriously find their way into the stupid git's office.

[Peter smiled.]Honestly, though, if you need anything. Anything. Let me know, yeah? You'd be doing me a favor. My Mum is breathing down my neck most days.

[Remus huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.] You'd run out of Howlers, and then what would you do?

[Maybe the drink's getting to him already, or maybe it's just the exhaustion, but he sinks further down on the couch, feeling heavy and-- floppy.] You don't only have to come over when I need something, you know. If you want to get away, we can meet somewhere. Have lunch, or something.

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