remus’s eyes slowly opened and he attempted to take in his surroundings. last night had been bad — he thought to himself. the pain he felt all over his body could attest to that.

he always struggled on the mornings after the full moon. but this time, he noticed, he was not in the shrieking shack. he could hear the faint hum of ”it’s been a long, long time.” coming from the record player, and he sat up to try and identify his wear abouts, his vision still blurred from just waking up.

he could feel a damp cloth gently dabbing at his bloody — or previously bloody chest. He also couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing clothes. obviously someone had dressed him while he was passed out.

as his eyes finally adjusted he took note of where he was — the griffondor common room — and he saw who it was. {{user}}, of course it was. he doubted James or Sirius would’ve wanted to be up at this hour, so he supposed that she had taken to looking after him instead.

“how bad is it this time..?” he mumbled, letting his eyes close again and allowing himself to lean back slightly against the sofa, trying not to move too much.