Showers, Eggs and Hangovers.

When Remus stirred the next morning, a large wet tongue licked up the side of his cheek. A smile adorned the werewolf's face as he traveled further into consiousness.

"Not now padfoot" he mumbled as he rolled over and snuggled down further under the covers. 'Trust Sirius to think this is funny' grouched Remus to himself as he tried drifting back into dream land.

The sharp bark that answered him however, had Remus' eyes snapping open suddenly and moving at such a speed that his stomach rolled nauseously. Instead of the black grim-like dog looking back at him like he expected or the face of his best friend, Remus came face to face with a Jack Russell looking dog. Confusion befuddled the man for a moment before it came sinking back.

It couldn't have been Sirius that had woken him up, he was locked away for the rest of his life and the rest of his friends were never coming back.

A sob wracked his throat as he felt the need to withdraw back into the dreams he dreamt last night of being by his friends sides during their Hogwarts days.

More sobs lodged themselves in his throat as he caught the flood of tears threatening to break over his lashes. How could he possibly go on with his life? The first people to truly accept him as a friend and not care about his 'furry little problem' were unattainable. He could never see them again. Never prank the Slytherins and Hogwarts study body alike, nor could they take a spin on that death trap of a motorbike Sirius got his hands on. All that was just memories now.

The creak of the door had Remus looking up and into the face of the pubs owner.

"Rosmerta", Remus croaked, "I apologise for my behavior last night."

The kind smile he was greeted with had the werewolf feeling guilty for what he put her through, not to mention the underlying embarrassment of his break down.

"Never you mind Remus," the woman spoke soothingly, "I just wish you had someone to rely on."

The snort that broke through Remus's throat certainly didn't have a humerous underlining at all. "We all know that won't happen in my life time."

Remus didn't dare make eye contact with the woman, he didn't need to see the pity in her eyes. He had had enough pity looks in his life.

"Well I made you breakfast," Rosmerta broke the silence, "Its downstairs being kept warm if you want to have a shower first."

"That sounds wonderful Rosmerta," said Remus. "I'll only trouble you for a short while longer."

The lady simply smiled and shook her head. "You have never been troublesome Remus, and I doubt you ever will. But I must push you a bit into a faster mode of movement unless you have the sudden desire to serve drinks today."

"Well I do need to pay you back for everything you have done for me and it's not like I have an employer to report to, so I'm sure I can lend a hand."

"I'll hold you to it Lupin," Rosmerta reverted into business mode, "I expect you down in 15 minutes tops to eat your dinner and then I'll have you serving the breakfast customers."

A smile appeared on the werewolf's face. It may not have reached his eyes but at least it was something. "I'll be down in 10 boss."

Seconds later the door clicked closed and Remus was heading towards the bathroom, thinking maybe he wouldn't be down to breakfast in 10 minutes if the way his stomach violently lurched was any indication.

Fifteen minutes later saw Remus stumble down the stairs onto the working floor of looking pale and a hand held protectively over his stomach. The laugh the fell from Rosmerta's lips brought forth a moan from the Lycan as he fell into a chair and proceeded to rest his head on the table.

"Hangover setting in Lupin?" giggled the bar owner.

"Never again" came the moan from behind folded arms and resonated through the wood of the table. It wasn't until a plate was inched towards the hung over did Rosmerta see his face again. Still pale and slightly tinged green this time round. "Don't go being sick on me Lupin, you'll be cleaning it up if you do."

Lupin shook his head; which was a big mistake and had him stopping immediately. "I don't think I have anything left."

"Well eat up your breakfast, Larce put double the grease into your bacon, eggs and sausages so…"

"So I'll have a clogged artery before I've finished." Cut in Remus.

"I HEARD THAT LUPIN!" yelled Larce from in the bars small kitchen area behind the bar.

"Love you Larce!" called out Remus as he snorted into his eggs.

Today was going to be an interesting day to say the least.