After two and a half days, Remus had gotten accustomed to living in Hogwarts.

He was headed for the last class of the day - charms with Peter, Sirius and James accompanying him.

After the conversation at the breakfast hall, Dorcas hadn't talked to Remus since.

The days had been pretty uneventful with James trying to coming up with ways to ask lily out successfully.

Sirius was stealing glances at marlene now and then but hadn't got a chance to talk to her in private and to divert his mind was helping James in plotting something to help him get lily.

Peter had decided to take a break from bacon.

As for Remus, nothing was new for him.

'Remus, what's wrong?' Sirius stopped, in the middle of a conversation with James.

'Nothing.'

'Come on, dude. Tell us what's bothering you?'

'Nothing is bothering me. I was just thinking about—'

'Aha. You were thinking about Dorcas.' Sirius grinned.

'Absolutely not.' Remus laughed it off.

He was thinking about Dorcas.

'Do you think if I told Evans I was dying, she go out with me?' James asked.

'Why would she go out with you if you are dying?' Remus asked changing the subject.

'Two reasons. First of all, I am dying.' James reasoned.

'And?' Remus asked.

'Thats it.' James said.
'You said you have two reasons.' Remus said.

'Yeah, I did.'
'You gave only one.'
'I am pretty sure that was two.' James smirked.

'No that was one.' Sirius said. 'James, you really suck at math.'

'That was two, guys. I am dying. I am dying.'

'You said the same thing twice.' said Remus.
'Yeah?'
'So it's one thing.' said Remus.

'I am pretty sure it's not.' James said, opening the classroom door.

They took the last few seats.

'Or what if lily—' James started.

'Shut up, James. Dude, you need to stop moping on for lily. I can talk about anything other than this shit.' Sirius said.

'Have you guys actually considered studying charms?' Remus asked.

James and Sirius laughed at that. Then the smile went off their faces when they realised Remus wasn't joking.

'Yeah, I mean stop this nonsense. Maybe actually take notes.'

'Remus, the class has started for like five minutes.' James said.

'And you haven't noted a word.' Remus observed.

'Guys, I forgot to tell you something.' Sirius said. 'I think I know the reason voldemort went crazy and became a serial killer.'

'Yeah, right.' Remus muttered.

'Whats the deal, pads?' James asked.
'I think voldemort's on drugs.' Sirius said.

'No, he's not. That's insane.' said Remus. 'Why would you get a crazy idea like that?'

'Yeah, I know it sounds crazy. But I connected the dots. I will show you after class. I have perfect evidence that voldemort's under crystal meth.' Sirius whispered.

'Sirius that is insanulously—' Remus started.
'Brilliant?'
'Dumb.' Remus said. 'Voldemort's definitely not on crystal meth. What is that anyway?'

'A drug which turns people into maniacs, apparently. I don't know much about it but definitely—'

'Guys, I want in on this. What the hell are you guys talking?' Peter asked.

'Wait, are we still speaking of Evans?' asked James breaking out of a faze.

'No.' Sirius made an irritated look. 'We are talking about how voldemort became a freaking drug addict.'

'Thats sounds badass. Definitely what he would do.'

'Guys, let me write the notes or I will fail along with you.' Remus said.

'Potter. Black. Lupin. Pettigrew. Out of the Class. Now.' Flitwick shouted.

'But—' Sirius started.
'Shut up and go.' Remus hissed.

'Fine, lame-ass.' Sirius sighed.

'Why do I help you guys again?' Remus asked.
***
'Oh, great. Detention on first week. Just what I needed. Thanks guys.' Remus said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

'Calm down, moony. We have got other things to worry about. Let me show you my proofs.'

'Frazzleberry.' James muttered the password.

As they walked in to the common room and slopped in the couches. Sirius climbed up the stairs. Within a few minutes he was down with a few pieces of paper and stupid handwriting and markings all over them.

'Holy shit. If only you would make such an effort in your studies.' Remus said.

'Are you kidding? I got four owls, dude. That's just I don't know seven less than yours.' Sirius laughed.
***
'Get it? Voldemort was in Ireland in early march. Get it? He was clearly refilling his stash of meth. Then in mid march, he got all crazy guy and murdered a couple of dudes and an old lady.'

'This is just ridiculous. I will tear those papers out. Voldemort is not on crystal meth.'

'Wait. What are drugs?' James asked.
'Are you kidding me?' Sirius shouted. 'Are you fucking kidding me, prongs?'

'No. I don't know what they are. Like are they weapons or a tree or what?'

'A tree? Why would I say voldemort was on a tree? Why in Jesus's name would anyone say that?'

'I don't know. Maybe he went camping. Maybe he wanted to set the tree on fire?'

'I am done with this. Here I am, explaining how voldemort is a drug addict and you guys are not caring about this shit.'

'7 damn clear evidences and yet you guys. I am done dealing with you guys. You are clearly driving me crazy. I can't take this.' Sirius shouted storming off.

'Sirius is acting strange? Why would he care about this so much?' James asked.

'Maybe he's on crystal meth.' Remus grinned.