Remus isn't meticulous about not breaking the rules. He's meticulous about not getting caught. With a reputation of being straight-laced, he can do a lot more behind the scenes.

Sometimes he feels bad about it, but it just seems to be in his nature. He seeks control anywhere he can find it, and that especially includes obsessively exploring and mapping out his environment, even in forbidden areas at forbidden times. In the nights leading up to the full moon, he finds himself too restless to sleep anyway—he may as well be sneaking around the castle.

He does this alone, of course. While not being exactly shy, Remus has a lot to hide, and somehow that has kept him from making anything other than the odd acquaintance in the year or so since his first day at Hogwarts.

Tonight, Remus is feeling his way through the Slytherin wing of the dungeons, all the while listening and sensing around for any lurking prefects or professors. His werewolf senses are exceptional, and he's never not recognized an incoming presence, but he is meticulous, so he has also put up several types of warning charms, all cast with himself at the radius: a magical concealment detection charm (it had the added bonus of helping him find hidden corridors), a little ward that set off a small sound fifteen meters away to distract anyone who stumbled across it, and even a heat detection charm he came up with himself that has the added bonus of working on animals (like an Animagus Professor McGonagall or Filch's cat Buttercup), although the radius was a bit small (only five meters) and the charm didn't go though walls. He has also put a sound dampening charm on himself, because even if he has the agility of a werewolf, he's still effected by gravity and his footfalls make a bit of noise.

A bleak greenish glow lights the stone corridor of the Hogwarts dungeons, and the strangeness of the light sends chills down Remus's spine. Every shadow seems sinister. A waft of teenage girl (perfume, cotton, shampoo) sends Remus ducking for cover into a hideaway he just discovered behind the tapestry of Rubella the Rhubarb Enchantress. Even in the pale green light of the dungeons, he can see through the tapestry enough to make out the shape of fifth-year Slytherin prefect Narcissa Black, walking down the hallway, presumably just starting her late night rounds.

He caught her scent before he heard her; that never happens. It was as if she'd come out of nowhere, and his warning spells were only just know letting him know. Remus grins. He must be getting close to the Slytherin common room. Yes, he does fully intend to map out that enemy territory. It occurs to him that the next upcoming Hogsmeade weekend might be a good time, if he can think of a way to clear out the younger students for a bit.

Miss Black's appearance must have thrown off his wards a bit, for it takes him much to long to notice them going off again, and with his hearing he can tell that two boys are coming down the corridor, whispering in argument, soon to turn the corridor and run right into the prefect. Which would be fine, except—

"Left is a sign of virtual omniscience, Sirius, as anyone who makes a study of elfish Nirvana should know," says one voice.

"Ha! You would think that. Did you ever think that the manticore circle would completely negate that?" said another.

––It's Potter and Black, his Gryffindor dormmates. They are as indecipherable as always, and they are about to walk into a prefect, the idiots.

They're going to lose us fifty house points, he sighs, and resigns himself to saving their arses.

Remus barely has time to throw a silencing spell at Potter, so when he grabs them both and yanks them into his hidey-hole, Remus resorts to throwing his arm around Black's mouth to keep the boy from crying out. Once behind the tapestry he lets James, who's still silenced, loose, and the boy whips around, his wand prepared to attack, before he recognizes Remus as his dormmate and just freezes instead. Once Remus sees that they see him, he holds a finger to his lips, pressing his ear against the tapestry to hear if the prefect has gone.

Nope. She walks right past them, even looking around the corridor for a bit, obviously hearing some of their scuffle.

Really. He's surprised this didn't happen sooner. It's completely obvious that Potter and Black sneak out most nights. They don't make any effort to conceal their movements, unlike himself, who has made a firm habit of drawing his bed curtains and setting silencing charms whether or not he's in bed.

The moment passes and Remus releases his hold on Black, but as the boy steps away their arms brush and Remus finds himself suddenly hissing in pain.

Shit.

He doesn't bother to look at his wrist, already knowing what he's going to see, instead pulling it behind his back to conceal. He's burned himself on Black's pretentious silver cufflinks. He can feel his skin bubbling and he knows it's going to be a bad one. Pure silver, it seems.

Neither Potter nor Black seem to have noticed, although Black is giving him a strange look that could mean any number of things.

"Finite," Remus whispers, reluctantly taking off the Silencing charm on Potter.

"Lupin?" they both say stupidly.

"Mr. Black, Mr. Potter." He acknowledges them with a nod of his head, and makes to leave.

"Well . . . okay?" Black looks taken aback, but does nothing, "See you around?"

But Potter stops his exit when he grabs Remus's robe, saying "What are you doing down here?"

Remus gives them a look, a why-the-hell-is-that-your-business sort of look, an eyebrow raised and a stony expression.

"I mean, thanks," says James awkwardly, "for hiding us."

"If you're going to sneak around after hours, you could at least use a little caution and try not to lose all our house points," Remus responds.

The two black-haired boys just shrug.

"Merlin, this is a brilliant hiding place," Sirius notes, changing the subject and looking around the tight space. "How did you find it?"

"I looked," Remus says simply. The arm behind his back is beginning to look a bit unnatural. He should leave.

"Another time then?" James calls out as Remus steps out of the hole and heads down the corridor, his wrist pulsing from the burn.

Remus ignores this, but he hears them muttering to each other as he makes his exit.

"Wait! Lupin!" he hears Black call out. He doesn't turn around, but they catch up to him. "We owe you one. Right Jamie?" he looks at his partner. "So, if you ever need anything . . . ," he says looking back at Remus.

"Of course," Remus says, fully intending to never call in on their offer. Also, he'd really like to go attend to his hand now.

It seems they're intending to walk back to Gryffindor tower with him, he observes looking at them sideaways. This is pretty annoying, as Remus wants to go to the Hospital Wing and get something for his burn, but he'd rather not draw their attention in that direction. With another throb of pain, he finally decides that the matter cannot wait. At the end of corridor, he simply turns the opposite direction of them.

"Later," he says, ignoring Potter's look of surprise and Black's proclamation of "Wha––,"and heads off in a direction that will take him to a shortcut to the Hospital Wing.