Remus' eyes were hurting, his body felt weak as if it'd break with the slightest movement, some bruises, some hairs he didn't know he had until last night. Full moon. A sigh and a few pained groans escaped his lips as he tried to sit up on the dirty wooden floor.

Another day where he was absolutely certain that he'd hear other students biting their teeth in fear in the halls of Hogwarts, saying how haunted the Shrieking Shack was.

If they considered him to be the ghost there, then maybe that place really was haunted.

Day, sweet day, he hated the mornings after, but at least, he could breathe a sigh of relief that he got through it without hurting anyone. “Long night, huh?” His pained eyes drifted toward the sound of your voice, and he'd have had a lot to say if his head hadn't been so sore.

“I think I look pretty good.” Remus scoffed with sarcasm, letting out another pained groan as he tried to move his right shoulder—a terrible idea, as if being technically naked right in front of you wasn't bad enough.

“Pretty good if you're a corpse.” The sentence made him chuckle softly, only to follow you with his neck as you crouched down beside him to leave him clothes. “Need help or...?”

No need for you to even finish your sentence, he just nodded in agreement as he pulled his coat up to cover his bare lap. “Do you have anything that can help with this?” His voice still sounded weak, one of his fingers pointing to his chest—littered with bruises, the kind that looked fresh and painful to pull a shirt over.

Usually, this would be Sirius's job, or James's, probably even Peter's, but you had been quicker this time—purely out of concern for knowing what Remus was, but not what his current state was, you had never dealt with him on a full moon night.

And, truth be told, he figured anyone would come to his rescue, but you, 'cause you didn't get involved, not as much as the Marauders did for him. He was grateful anyway, even though it was strange to see you showing concern for someone.