new moon, morning tea-platonic moonchaser-fluff/sillies
James wakes up at four in the morning like clockwork. Even if he’s not getting ready for quidditch practice at five, he still wakes up, gets ready, and goes for a run. Sirius thinks he’s psychotic for running voluntarily, but James quickly sasses back that Sirius gets up an hour later on days they don’t have quidditch just to do his hair(and occasionally the smudged eyeliner look).
He’s just finishing up in the bathroom when he looks up in the mirror and sees the form of someone tall, eyes glinting an amber hue.
“Moony,” James hissed, “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
Remus continues to stand there, in complete silence, and just taps on James’ shoulder.
He whispers to the other boy, who he now realizes is too tired to speak without some form of stimulation, “Do you want me to check if there’s any tea ready in the common area?”
He nods slowly, as if he’s still trying to process that it is, in fact, the morning, so James quickly makes work of tying his running shoes before quietly making his way downstairs.
Occasionally, Marlene McKinnon will be up and about on one of the window seats, likely doing a last minute Transfiguration essay or reading a muggle mystery book. Today was one of those mornings.
“It is not fair that Professor McGonagall assigned us twelve inches of parchment due today of all days,” they huffed.
“Is tea ready?,” he asked them, unbothered by the clear signs of slight distress.
They huffed, “Yes, Potter. Do you think any sane person could function without tea this early?”
“You also run, voluntarily.”
James scoffed and, in mock offense, pointed to himself, “McKinnon, I’m the most sane person I know!”
Marlene smirked, “That says a lot about who you prefer to spend your time with.”
He threw up both middle fingers before turning around and quietly making his way up the stairs, hearing a faint, “Son of a bitch,” behind him.
James peaked into their dorm room and spotted Remus standing in the bathroom, looking distantly into the mirror. He creeped in with a steaming mug and set it down next to the other boy gently, “Here you go, Moony,” he whispered once more, “One tea with no cream, no sugar, and a bit of cinnamon.”
Remus seemed to be lost in thought, almost as if he was looking at a stranger, and James couldn’t stand to see him look at himself that way, “Hey, you okay?”
James held a hand out in front of Remus and slowly placed it on his cheek. The other relaxed into him, slightly nuzzling his hand, and that’s when it hit him.
“Full moon tonight, then? I could’ve sworn we planned all of them out this year.”
“You did,” Remus finally rasped, “Sometimes I can’t sleep during the New Moon. It affects me…in different ways than the Full.”
“Hmmm,” James hummed curiously, “I guess I hadn’t thought…well, I never asked.”
“The wolf is more clingy which means I’m more clingy.”
Suddenly, everything seemed to click into place, “You kept watch last night didn’t you?,”James went to move his hand, but his friend looked at him with pleading eyes, “It’s okay. I’m just going to move our cups to my nightstand, so we can sit there instead.”
“What about your run?,” Remus asked slightly surprised.
James smiled, “Missing one day won’t hurt. Besides, you’re more important to me than running.”
“Okay, I do really love running, but I love you more, Remus. You’re my best mate.”
“Thank you, James,” Remus replied softly, “I…you’re my best mate too.”
James nodded, “Of course,” he grimaced, “Hopefully, the tea is not too cold.”
