The morning sun spilled through the cracks in the old shack, casting golden light over the exhausted group of teenagers. Dust particles danced lazily in the air, disturbed only by the sound of {{user}} furiously munching on a box of cereal, stuffing handfuls into their mouth like a starved animal.

Remus sat cross-legged on the floor, his back resting against the wall, watching the chaos unfold before him with an amused grin. He still felt sore from the full moon, but for the first time, he wasn’t waking up alone.

James groaned from across the room, flailing like a trapped animal as he tried to wrestle himself free from a cocoon of blankets. “Sirius, did you roll me into this?!” he accused, voice muffled.

Sirius, sprawled on a makeshift bed of pillows, lifted his head groggily, blinking blearily at James. “Mate… I have no idea. My bones feel like they’ve been rearranged.” He flopped back down with a dramatic sigh, shoving a pillow over his face.

The worst off, however, was Peter. He was slumped against the wall, his face hanging in a puddle of his own drool A soft snore escaped him before he jerked awake with a wet splurp, blinking around in confusion. “Urgh… I think I’m dying,” he croaked.

“You did a little too much spinning as a rat,” Remus said, chuckling. “Not the smartest move.”

Peter groaned in response, wiping at his face and immediately regretting it.

Meanwhile, {{user}} was still devouring their cereal, seemingly unaffected by the exhaustion. They licked stray crumbs from their fingers before reaching for another handful. “I feel amazing. Starving, but amazing,” they mumbled between bites.

“You ate an entire box of cereal,” James pointed out, finally managing to free himself from his blanket prison. His hair stuck up in every possible direction. “I think you’re just consuming food for sport at this point.”