92. Chocolate
His grey eyes danced over the form of his pale friend, last night having been another long night after the full moon. A smirk tugged at the pureblood’s lips as his friend woke up, the two of them being the only ones the hospital wing.
“Headache?” Sirius asked teasingly, knowing the answer already.
“What do you think?” Remus grumbled, groggily movie his hand to his head, wincing slightly at how weak he felt.
“Chocolate?” the older boy asked, pulling out a small bag of chocolates he’d bought for the occasion, figuring the werewolf would need it to regain his strength. |