Once, twice, three times. Remus Lupin wrinkled his nose in an attempt to recover from his sneezing fit. His eyes were watery, and his running nose drove him insane.
"Moony?" Sirius asked his friend through a mouthful of waffles. "Are you ok?"
Remus nodded. "Stupid allergies…." He muttered. The remaining three had a look of realization. "I swear I'm allergic to myself."
"No kidding, mate." James said grinning. "How often does this go on?"
The werewolf pulled out a tissue from his seemingly endless supply in his bag. "Just in the spring and fall."
The marauders exchanged glances. "We're doomed…"