Never again. Never again will he eat anything that Sirius Black hands to him. What had it been this time— Hallucinogenic fudge? He could have sworn he'd read the box for that stuff, which is definitely only supposed to last for a few minutes... and yet, here he is, surrounded by what appear to be multiple copies of himself — old, young, and of varying races, no less — and no amount of rubbing his eyes or sipping desperately at his pumpkin juice seems to fix the problem.
Never. Again.
Still, it's possibly not the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, so Remus simply piles his plate with his usual start-of-the-term favorites and scans the table, attempting to count exactly how many familiar faces are seated around him.
Libarary;
When in doubt: retreat to the library. Remus has taken up camp in a quiet corner, surrounded by piles of books. He's been researching time travel and the theory of multiple universes, nibbling at a bar of chocolate as he attempts to make some sense of exactly what's happening around him. He hasn't managed to achieve much beyond a headache, but at least keeping himself occupied with research gives him an excuse not to talk to any of the other Remuses, which would just be terribly awkward and not at all enjoyable, he's certain.
Gryffindor boys' dormitory;
His trip to the library, while fruitless, has at least provided Remus with enough books to erect a small defensive barricade at the end of his bed. Hopefully, that should help keep the rest of the world at bay while he attempt to wrap his head around the idea that he might not be hallucinating at all.
Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, Remus hunches over a massive tome, hair falling over his face as he searches for the spot he'd left off in Griselda Flambic's Survey of the Heretofore Identified Parallel Timelines and How to Measure Them. The world as he knows it may have become completely unhinged, but a least he can rely on extremely dry theses from the days of yore to keep him grounded and arguable sane.
Corridors, etc;
Your choice! Bump into Remus somewhere and try to get him to get his nose out of that book already.
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Never again. Never again will he eat anything that Sirius Black hands to him. What had it been this time— Hallucinogenic fudge? He could have sworn he'd read the box for that stuff, which is definitely only supposed to last for a few minutes... and yet, here he is, surrounded by what appear to be multiple copies of himself — old, young, and of varying races, no less — and no amount of rubbing his eyes or sipping desperately at his pumpkin juice seems to fix the problem.
Never. Again.
Still, it's possibly not the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, so Remus simply piles his plate with his usual start-of-the-term favorites and scans the table, attempting to count exactly how many familiar faces are seated around him.
Libarary;
When in doubt: retreat to the library. Remus has taken up camp in a quiet corner, surrounded by piles of books. He's been researching time travel and the theory of multiple universes, nibbling at a bar of chocolate as he attempts to make some sense of exactly what's happening around him. He hasn't managed to achieve much beyond a headache, but at least keeping himself occupied with research gives him an excuse not to talk to any of the other Remuses, which would just be terribly awkward and not at all enjoyable, he's certain.
Gryffindor boys' dormitory;
His trip to the library, while fruitless, has at least provided Remus with enough books to erect a small defensive barricade at the end of his bed. Hopefully, that should help keep the rest of the world at bay while he attempt to wrap his head around the idea that he might not be hallucinating at all.
Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, Remus hunches over a massive tome, hair falling over his face as he searches for the spot he'd left off in Griselda Flambic's Survey of the Heretofore Identified Parallel Timelines and How to Measure Them. The world as he knows it may have become completely unhinged, but a least he can rely on extremely dry theses from the days of yore to keep him grounded and arguable sane.
Corridors, etc;
Your choice! Bump into Remus somewhere and try to get him to get his nose out of that book already.