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Halloween approached Hogwarts quicker than expected. Carved pumpkins dangled from the enchanted Great Hall ceiling, some looking brilliant and some looking rubbish. Much to Peter's delight, the kitchen elves had started making themed treats like bat shaped sugar cookies and homemade cauldron cakes for desert again.
The ghosts had become more gleeful around the school as their favourite time of year grew closer, meaning Peeves was slacking when it came to pranks. Unfortunately for the students, they couldn't get a break from relentless pranking as the Marauders had filled in for that position. Buckets of water had been placed above doors, wild animals had been released in class, the Ravenclaw robes were charmed to be stripy for a whole day and Rosier's hair had been dyed a vibrant colour of pink.
It was unfortunate for Remus that the full moon happened to fall on Halloween. The Great Feast, a much loved day for him, was to be spent in the Hospital Wing, and then in the shrieking shack. It couldn't be helped, yet he couldn't help but be in a bad mood about it.
Halloween morning, Remus was in the Infirmary. He had been in there for two days suffering an unbearable headache and barely being able to move his sore limbs. Usually he would be in the Great Hall, eating chocolate for breakfast and drinking an unhealthy amount of coffee, but this year was different.
In summary, he was anything but happy. He was annoyed that his curse got in the way of things he loved, he was sad he would never get rid of said curse and he was envious of the all the people living lycanthropy-free lives. Yet when Genevieve wobbled into the Infirmary with a tray full of food in her hands, trying to balance it while holding the heavy door open, he couldn't help but smile.
"Good morning, Lupin," she greeted gleefully. "Hope you're hungry."
"Wow," Remus said, his mood brightening instantly. "I feel like royalty."
Genevieve grinned and placed the tray on his bedside table. "Do you like the flower?" she asked, gesturing to the single orange carnation in a thin vase. "I thought it looked nice."
"Oh, yeah. It really brings the whole thing together," Remus said, propping himself up with some help from her. "It would be incomplete without it."
"I thought so too," she hummed. "I ran all the way to the greenhouses just to get this for you, by the way. Don't ever call me uncommitted."
"All for me? You shouldn't have," Remus said, still smiling. His eyes lit up as he looked around the tray. She had brought him a variety of different things for breakfast: toast, croissants, a box of cereal, a chocolate bar, strawberries, a cup of coffee, a glass of water and a load of other things. "You even brought me a chocolate bar," he pointed out.
