full moon with moon moon [partially open]

[wolfymcwolf]

Who: Remus Lupin and ???
What: so the full moon's a thing
When: [FORWARD DATED] September 1 - 3
Where: around diagon alley, remus' flat
Warning: Will update as necessary, preemptive warning for usual full-moon injuries.

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[wolfymcwolf]

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.

[rattus_rattus]

[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.

[wolfymcwolf]

[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.