In the Library...
Remus sat down at a table with books on Arithmancy, Defence and Astronomy. He'd pulled out his parchment and began to write. Hoping no one interrupted him, Remus worked steadily.
He was tired and avoided thinking about anything that bothered him. Madame Pomfrey had wept again that morning. It was just a few fractured ribs from the change and the normal scratches and bruises.
Remus perversely hoped Sirius would show up, but he knew he needed to stay on top of his work.