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[novumlupine]

[There's a pile of books beside the beanbag this wolf is sitting in, a collection that seems to dip into some fairly advanced magic. Remus frowns as he flips through the pages. He's decided that he really ought to take advantage of his time here, and this little studying session promises to be the first of many. He seems preoccupied, though, and occasionally stares off into the corner of the room instead of at the pages before him, thinking about all he has to look forward to when he heads back to the cottage.]

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[novumlupine]

They largely involve fear.

[thirdtimelucky]

So tell me, and we can overcome it.

[novumlupine]

What if we misjudge the time? If it's already dark by the time we enter to cast the spells. What if the moon there affects me differently from the moon that I'm used to. What if I try to go through the door into the Room afterward, would I still be changed? Could I hurt someone here? What if someone tries to go through that door from the Room, would the spell extend to them? What if I'm... confused by the new area? What if I ruin our lovely new home...

Which isn't even to mention the usual fear, of hurting you in any way or making you... regret certain decisions. And don't mock me for that now, Padfoot, I don't know that I could take it as well as I usually can.

[thirdtimelucky]

...alright. One thing at a time.

I'll go in first. If its dark, we stay here. If it isn't, we cast the spells - and we find one to lock or hide the door back.

Time is different in here, yeah? It doesn't flow-- you've never changed in here, right? I don't think you'll be forced into another change if you ride out the full transformation in our forest... it'll be done, right?

We can-- we can ward the cottage. You won't ruin it. You won't ruin anything.

And I don't regret a single thing. Not one. We're in this together.

[novumlupine]

For god's sake, don't let me hurt you, Sirius. Please. [He's done it before, little cuts and bruises, but he doesn't know how to handle that now.]

[thirdtimelucky]

I won't. I'll hurt myself before you do.

[novumlupine]

[Sighs and leans back, letting his head drop back onto the beanbag.] Merlin, you'd think it was my first change.

[thirdtimelucky]

[Rests his forehead on Remus' cheek.]

Least you won't be doing it alone.

[novumlupine]

[Laughs, if a bit sadly.] Did I ever tell you about that first time?

[thirdtimelucky]

Mmnope. You didn't like to talk about it much, even after we worked it out.

[novumlupine]

[Stares at the ceiling and waits for a long moment before he speaks. There are quite a few things he would never have done before.]

I was too small to do much damage. I was only eight. Nobody was expecting it - my parents came when I started screaming, but... then became scared and locked the door.

Obviously, I don't remember much. I know... that I thought I was dying, and then when I became conscious, I had broken my bookcase and... torn Great Expectations to pieces.

[thirdtimelucky]

God, Moony. [Twining their fingers together.] I can't believe you went through that by yourself.

[novumlupine]

I can't believe how much I hated Great Expectations when I was only eight. [Does it work for him to try to pretend that it doesn't matter?]

[thirdtimelucky]

It's a shit book, anyway. No porn.

[Sirius has an inkling of an idea... just an inkling.]

[novumlupine]

Not everything has to be porn.

[thirdtimelucky]

Joking, joking...



Anyway. This time you'll have our whole forest to run in, and I'll be there for you. And if you wreck any trees, you can throw the sticks for me later.

[novumlupine]

Deal.

[thirdtimelucky]

And rub my belly.

[novumlupine]

Ooh... might be too far.

[thirdtimelucky]

How else will you check me for ticks?

[novumlupine]

Eurgh- Sirius.

[thirdtimelucky]

It's an important part of dog ownership! I can't check myself!

[novumlupine]

You certainly can. You could right now.

[thirdtimelucky]

[Drags his shirt up and tucks it under his chin, then pokes experimentally at his stomach. It's toned and a little pale for summer, with a trail of dark hair leading down from his navel to disappear under his jeans.]

Heeeeere, ticky ticky ticky...

[novumlupine]

Stop- stop that.