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[braveatheart]

Sirius I need your help.

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[alwaysimpure]

what do you need prongs?

[braveatheart]

Something happened last night.

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[alwaysimpure]

...

[alwaysimpure]

dont worry james, that can happen to any bloke

[braveatheart]

Wha
Not that, idiot!
I'm serious.

[alwaysimpure]

you're not, I am

but tell me what happened last night

[braveatheart]

I think I turned into a wolf.

[alwaysimpure]

you mean like...

wait a sec

[braveatheart]

Yeah.
Like Lupin.

[alwaysimpure]

[APPARATION IS HAPPENING!

There is no such thing as privacy between marauders, so James is treated to a best friend just suddenly being where there wasn't one a moment before.]

Do you feel an overwhelming urge to lecture me?

[braveatheart]

[It shouldn't make him jump, but it does. James looks worn out, tired, and there's a lag between the question and his mind catching up with the answer he wants to give.]

Erm... no?

[alwaysimpure]

Hm.

Alright, what were the other signs of being a werewolf?

[Since Sirius does in fact take this more serious than the conversation might suggest, he's already taking his wand out while taking a closer look at James.]

[braveatheart]

Well, I'm sitting in my chair, wearing my clothes...

[But his heart's not really in it.]

How about the part where I turned into a bloody wolf, Sirius?

[alwaysimpure]

You also turn into a bloody stag, in case you never noticed, so what do I know. Maybe your animagus...ity got a defect.

Did anything bite you? How're you reacting to silver?

[braveatheart]

One of those... feral dogs got me, a couple of days ago. On my ankle.

[alwaysimpure]

...probably something crazy going on on the island again then. Do you remember anything about last night? Or was it like Moony's...?

[braveatheart]

[He shakes his head slowly.]

I don't remember very much, but... I don't think I hurt anyone.

[Merlin, he hopes he didn't hurt anyone.]

[alwaysimpure]

[He nods and points to the nearest chair.]

Have a seat so I can look at your ankle. I should keep an eye on you in case you turn again tonight.

[braveatheart]

Right.

[He sits with no protest, more shaken than he's letting on.]

I don't know how Remus did it... How he could come to school with that happening to him every month.

[alwaysimpure]

Didn't have another choice, for one thing, I'd reckon.

[He pulls the leg of James' trousers up, looking at his ankle and holding his wand up in the hopes of something coming to him.]

Don't worry though, mate. Whatever this is, it's likely something to do with the island. Should be over soon. By the way, did I tell you? Remus ended up becoming a teacher, at Hogwarts.

[braveatheart]

A teacher... Sounds like just the thing for him. Charms?

[The wound is half healed, but the edges of the puncture marks look red and slightly swollen now, and James leans over with a worried expression.]

It didn't look like that yesterday.

[alwaysimpure]

Defense against the Dark Arts, actually. Fits him well, I'd say.

[He bites down on his lower lip as he inspects the wound, touching it carefully with one finger.]

I have some ointments in the shop, no clue if they'd do any good though. Does it hurt?

[braveatheart]

Ah.

[It does fit, he could see Moony in a position like that, though how he got himself hired at the school could only be because of one person. Of course Dumbledore would want to give him the kind of chance that no one else would, just like he always had.]

No-- not exactly. It itches. I don't think it's healing properly.

[alwaysimpure]

Yeah... Look, don't worry too much, alright? It's the island, probably. Something going on with the island.

It's almost Halloween, so that might be it. I really don't know if there's anything I can do though, but I'll definitely stay with you.

[braveatheart]

Don't worry too much, he says...

[He rubs one hand over his face.]

Padfoot, this is exhausting.

[alwaysimpure]

I'm sorry.

[And he looks about as crestfallen and guilty as if he'd caused what is happening himself.]

I'd deal with it for you if I could.

[braveatheart]

I wouldn't ask you to.

[He pauses, then reaches out and ruffles Sirius' hair roughly.]

Good dog.