Bored Bored Bored...

Oh dear. The Full Moon. A rather rubbish time for Remus. He still hasn't twigged that I know yet. Wonder what he'll do tonight. Bugger that, I'm going to be with him, whether he likes it or not! Hopped into bed as he came. He opened the door, and then shut it, obviously thinking I was fast asleep. As soon as he had shut it, I clambered out of my bed and out my window, crouching on the ledge, and shutting it behind me. I shut my eyes, and when I opened them, I was a small Firecrest, hopping about on the windowsill. I saw Remus exit the house, glance up at my window, and walk into the forest. Taking flight, I soared over him, and landed on a branch, watching him transform. I flew down, and landed in front of him, tweeting. He gave a bark, ad chased after me. This went on for the whole night. When it was morning, and the sun streamed through the tree's, I sat on a branch, as he transformed back to human. I landed in front of him once more.
'Hello.' he whispered gently, crouching down and holding out his hands.
I hopped over and into them, and allowed him to gently pick me up. He stroked my head with his thumb, and carried me inside.
'Baylee is going to love you.' he said, as he climbed the stairs.
Oh Crap. Remus opened the door, and dropped me in horror as he saw my empty bed.
'Baylee!' he called.
I hopped on my bed.
'Oh no. Where is she?' Remus asked.
I opened my mouth, and spoke, quite calmly, in my natural voice,
'It's alright Remus. I'm here.'
Remus looked at me, rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, I had transformed back to my human form.
'Seem's we both have a secrete we didn't tell the other.' I said.
'How long have you known?' Remus asked.
'Since I met you. You had the obvious sign. Scars, greying hair at a young age.' I said. 'You didn't need a N.E.W.T to work it out.'
'Seems' you didn't.' said Remus.

I woke up, feeling sad for moment. Then I remembered. Then, I tried to work out why I had awoke. I looked and saw a Owl tapping.
'Starlight! Baylee's wrote!' I whispered, running over and opening the window.
The soft, tawny owl hopped through the window, hooting. I opened the letter and read it.