"And that was how our nicknames were decided. James was Prongs, Sirius was Padfoot, Peter was Wormtail, and I was Moony."
Pomona could not attend the boys' dormitory's "bedtime meeting," but she still raised her question.
"Why call you Moony?" she asked sympathetically, feeling that James and the others had taken the joke too far.
"James told a Muggle fairy tale, about a princess and eleven princes who had been cursed." Remus retold the tale. "When the princes held the blankets in their mouths and carried Elisa back to where they lived, they flew slower than usual because they were carrying her, so they landed on a reef. That night, a violent storm broke out, and Elisa sang a song."
O sea, calm your fury, rest quickly, and let my brothers and me remain safe until morning,
O sky, open a window, let the moon show her face. Beautiful moonlight, shine upon us.
The sea gradually calmed at Elisa's song, and the exhausted princes could finally rest. Then a crow appeared and told Elisa how to break the curse.
Elisa had to make clothes from nettles and drape them over the princes. But until then, she could not speak a single word, or the princes would die at once.
Elisa did as the crow instructed. When they arrived at the cave where the princes lived, she began gathering nettles. Those thorn-covered plants left her delicate hands dripping with blood, but to save her brothers, she endured the burning pain. From that day on, Elisa did not say a word, weaving armor day and night.
"James sang that song?" Pomona asked.
Remus smiled and shook his head.
"If he really had, people would have thought there was a wolf in our dormitory," Remus said with an easy laugh.
In the north