While she began to feel well enough to move about and go to her first classes after the first day of recuperation, it took more than that to convince the nurse of that fact. She was obviously still haunted from the sight that greeted her upon her arrival into the shack. Blood had covered the walls, and even portions of the ceiling. It was all Madam Pomfrey could do to keep the young girl in bed long enough to treat her wounds before sending her on her way later that night. Romula was obviously use to taking care of herself, so it was hard for her to treat her as thoroughly as she wanted to. She just hoped the girl would get use to the help eventually, because she couldn't stand stubborn patients.

And that was how Remus found herself in the doorway of her new dorm not a day after her transformation.

This is it? She thought, looking around the boy's dormitory. It was utterly filthy, and it was obvious that the boys who were to reside there had already tried to 'unpack' their things. Their version of unpacking their things, sadly, had no semblance of organization to it. Everything was strewn this way and that. It made her wonder privately if all boys were this messy- and if they were, why did her father wish she was one so badly?

In the short time it took her to talk to the headmaster and school nurse after being sorted they had somehow found a way to scatter everything they brought with them into the limited living space provided. Nothing, however, was placed into the wardrobes or the drawers. She even saw several undergarments drapped over the canopy of a bed for some odd reason.

She sighed as she looked around the room, trying to take a deep calming breath. At least I was able to get up the stairs. Dumbledore said they might turn into a slide if the charm was not lifted correctly. She massaged her temples soothingly as she surveyed the destruction.

She didn't even realize her legs began to take her across the room until she stood right before it. Only two black robes were crumpled on a heap in the center, along with a ball of string, a covered caldron of blue muck, and strangely enough... a rubber duck? It may have seemed like quite a selection, but obnoxiously enough, the other beds had even more of a selection of things she didn't even know how to describe, much less want to touch.

She glared down at the odd muggle toy as though it were the most offensive thing in the world, but truthfully her mind was elsewhere.

They are going to find out my secrets... there is no way that they won't. I should have gotten my own room, but Dumbledore said that would be impossible this year. A room with fewer students was possible, but... She cast a wary eye around her new home with doubt, There is no way only three boys made this mess!

She needed to sit. There was no way she could live this lie for seven years! This was only her first year!

She went to move the least threatening thing she saw on the bed, which was the rubber duck she had been scowling at. With wizards, you never know what a ball of string might do to you, and the thought of even touching the caldron made her queasy.

As it turns out, she picked wrong. The moment she bent over to pick it up, the grinning toy creature sprung to life and clamped its plastic-y, now-fanged beak down on her thumb.

"GAH!"She pulled her hand backwards, trying to pry the blasted toy from her hand. She forgot how crowded the room was in her panic, much to her dismay. She tripped over a trunk- a rather expensive looking trunk- and fell into a bundle of sheets that somebody had either brought with them or obnoxiously decided to strip off of one of the other beds. The sheets, she found, were also magicd in some way. They also sprung to life, but their goal was to wrap her up like a mummy. Thankfully, the spell was not very powerful, or else it might have choked her. As it was, she felt like she was fighting an extremely tight hug.

Why was she dumb enough to leave her wand in her trunk? Stupid,stupid,stupid!

"Hey, guys! I think I heard something!" Came from a door that she hadn't noticed through all the junk.

The door could hardly open in the sea of school supplies and cloths that she wondered privately how they were able to get in there in the first place. Almost as soon as the thought entered her mind, however, it was quickly phased out at the sight of her new room mates.

The first boy to squash himself through the door was the shortest of the three, and the most rotund. She instantly recognised him as Peter from earlier, and she thanked the Lord that she would know at least one person she was to room with. His wet blonde hair and button-down pyjamas made the wriggling girl on the ground realize that he must have just come from the showers.

The next boy was much taller... and did not have the decency as to wear pyjamas. Thankfully, he did have boxers on. He had long black hair that was dripping down his sculpted torso, but the only thing that the girl on the floor was thinking was how cold he must have been. He was nowhere as meaty as Peter, and even she was cold and she had a full robe on, along with the choking blanket. Then, her eyes traveled up to his grinning face, and she instantly regretted wishing him warmth. It was the one and only Sirius Black.

The last boy, however, she quickly wished she could un-see. She mutely closed her eyes, trying to forget everything and wondering why Dumbledore cursed her with... these obviously moronic room-mates.

"Well, nobody's here..." One of the boys called, which sounded so horrifying like James that she thought for a second that she pass out in embarrassment. Obviously they were overlooking her small figure among the mess they made.

The duck chose that moment to bite down on her hand even harder, bringing her out of her shocked silence. "PUT SOME BLOODY PANTS ON, THEN GET ME OUT OF THIS!"

"What the heck, James! What if one of our professors came in to check on us?" Sirius's voice growled while stepping closer to her form. "What the bloody hell are you doing wrapped up in my sheets?"

The previous voice just chuckled. "Obviously, I will open the door if they come to call, Sirius. Soon the teachers will stop checking in on us. Trust me."

"Teachers aren't that dumb. They will give you a detention." It seemed pretty obvious to Remus, but the others didn't seem to care.

"Oh, don't worry! For all they know I am an only child. I could walk around my whole house buck-naked for all they know." She heard the rummaging of clothes on the floor, but still refused to open her eyes. "Even if they do give me a detention it would be a wonderful prank." This got a round of laughter from the other two. "But fine. If you are going to be such a ninny about it, I have pants on."

She slowly opened one eye, nodding when she saw the taller boy now lounging on the bed she was attempting to sit on earlier with pyjama pants on. She might have said he was 'decent,' but he certainly didn't act it, even when he was fully clothed. She noticed the rest of his features now that she was over embarrassment. He had a pair of slightly fogged glasses, and a similar physique to Sirius, though on his slightly taller body it came across as stretched and less toned. She really hadn't payed much attention to them on the train earlier, seeing as how she only wanted to be sick, but the potion Dumbledore gave her made her feel much better than usual for her night after a transformation.

They all were looking down at her curiously, which made her blood boil. "Anybody want to help me with this?" She growled, trying to tear at the blanket again with little luck. Obviously, the potion did little to sooth her temper.

They all simply looked at each other and shrugged.

"What exactly is-" Sirius mimicked her movements, "-this, and what exactly are we to do about it in the first place."

Peter was squealing in laughter so much that she winced in the pain of it. This was all simply too much. Obviously Dumbledore had been a fool to take her in, but to hide her amongst these imbeciles?

"For your information, this-" She twisted violently against the blanket again, "-is me trying to fight off one of your bloody sheet, which seems quite content nearly strangling me." James quickly jumped off of the bed to try to assist her with getting it off with a very serious look on his face.

"Oh, I almost forgot," She looked back at the dumfounded expressions on the other two boys' faces. "I also have a rubber duck trying to gnaw my thumb off! It's illegal to misuse muggle items like that!"

As soon as the words left my mouth a chuckle escaped James's lips. "Oops! That one was mine." She glared at the boy while he got more and more annoyed at the fact that the blankets wouldn't undo. "I had nothing to do with this, though." His brow furrowed. "Sirius? Do you know anything about this?"

"Well, I expect it was Regulus's doing." He frowned. "Probably ment for me. My little brother is always doing things like this. My apologies, Remy." She growled dangerously at the new nickname he bestowed upon her while he kneeled beside her with his wand, prodding and poking at the fabric. "I expect you remember my sorting at the feast? Several of my cousins from Slytherin have by now verbally disowned me. I don't think anybody applauded but the teachers either." He nodded at the blanket again with a masked expression. "Therefore, that blanket is probably his own way of disowning me since he couldn't be here."

Remus frowned at him. "I doubt your brother would do something so cruel."

Sirius simply barked out a shaky laugh in reply. "The Blacks have always been Slytherin! They burn off wizards and witches from the family tree when they aren't dark enough, or don't believe in the right things!"

It was Peter's turn to pipe up, "What are the right things?" He paused- "In their opinions, I mean!"

Sirius smiled for a second, and Remus privately wondered if he was trying to remember the worst story he could, just to get back at his family for humiliating him earlier. He obviously found a good one, because he let out a nostalgic sigh. "It is customary in the Black family for their children to learn about the Noble and Ancient House of Black's history. The bad and the good."

James nodded, "I guess it makes sence. You don't want people to repeat the same wrongs again, do you?"

Sirius nodded. "One instance of such a thing is that, for centuries, when a child was born to the Blacks that had no magical potential they would burn it off of the family tree and... make sure that it could have no muggle offspring. Then they would work like house-elves untill their deaths." Sirius stopped his prodding at the sheet to take a calming breath. "That's just what I've heard, though. If it was practiced, I don't think it has been practiced in a long time. But they are frighteningly into everything... pure. So says the family crest."

James nodded in response. "I have heard creepy stories about what the Black family would do to keep their family pure before, too."

Sirius barked out a laugh. "Yeah, part of me actually hopes it is true, to an extent. Some Blacks were so bonkers that they apparently preformed the ol' snip, snip just days before their child began showing signs that they were wizards or witches! Could you imagine?" Sirius chuckled before quickly whispering a few darker sounding words, making the sheet relax. "The Blacks are a mad lot." He admitted, almost sounding ashamed. The blanket finally relented after a few more moments of silence.

The room continued to be silent for a few moments while Remus just lied there.

"Well, let's try to start over- I am your new room-mate, R-Remus Lupin, Son of Lyall Lupin?" Her face turned a brilliant shade of red when she realized that she almost gave the wrong name again. Wow, she really couldn't even lie to a few strangers! How was this going to work!

She quickly ran her hand through her much shorter hair while she looked away from the boys in front of her. The boys whom she was trying to convince of her own boyishness.

Thankfully, the other students in the room didn't seem to catch on. "I'm James Potter, again." The bespectacled boy jumped in, thrusting out his hand to shake. "My dad is Charlus Potter. I think my dad and your dad have worked together before in the Ministry."

Instead of shaking his hand, Remus stuffed her Rubber-duck bitten hand into his. "Fix it now."

He shot her a guilty grimace.

Finally, the chubby boy stepped forwards. "And I am Petter Petigrew, and I know I asked you this before, and I don't want to be a bother, but-" he looked at Remus's face long enough to make everybody in the room uncomfortable.

"But?" Sirius drawled dangerously.

He nervously looked from Sirius to James, whom Remus noted were glaring at Peter venomously.

"Nothing!" His voice squealed, backing away as the rubber duck finally popped off.

Remus eyed him suspiciously. "I don't believe that, Peter." She glared at the other two boys. "What did you have to ask me?" She quickly stuck her bleeding thumb in her mouth.

"How did you... That scar looks like it was painful."

Remus quickly caught on to the elephant on the room. "Oh! Oh, that makes sence." Sirius winced when the small brunette began laughing, "Were you going to ask me what happened to my face? Because honestly people have worded it worse."

Remus quickly stepped into the bathroom, now holding her bleeding hand to her robe. "I honestly don't remember, amusingly enough."

All boys eyed the small brunettes retreating figure with slack jaws. "How can you not remember that?" James nearly squeaked. He had to clear his throat before continuing to try to retain his masculinity. "It's so... ouchy looking!"

Remus just shrugged her shoulders while wrapping her hand. "According to my dad I got it before around my fifth birthday, but he never goes into any detail about it."

Sirius and James cast a curious eye at each other, remembering what had happened on the platform between father and son. "Why do you think that would be?" James gently prodded. He had a horrible feeling deep inside that her scaring was most likely caused by an abusive father. He was probably being nosey, but he also knew that something like that wasn't right. His father was an Auror, so he had been tought the difference between a magical wound and an accidental wound at a fairly young age. Remus had four, very old and painful looking, mildly cursed scars. He instantly made a note to write to his father, telling him to keep an eye on this 'Lyall Lupin.'

Sirius recognised the fact that it was cursed almost instantaneously too. How could he not, he was a member of the most ancient and darkest house of Black?

"It was a very bad month." Remus chuckled. "Do we have anything else to dress this with, or will I have to go see the nurse."

With that, she meandered from the room, ignoring the curious looks she was gaining. She knew already that this rooming arrangement was going to be a problem.

So sorry I haven't been updating in so long! Both of my closest friends (My dogs) died within a month of each other, and at that point I really couldn't bring myself to write until summer break. I am back now! So expect updates!