remus lupin

“it’s not like i have any other entertainment there. there’s only so many hexes to learn and issues of the daily prophet i can read before i want to bang my head off a wall,” he concluded. leaning forward on his desk slightly, regulus watched the boy, a wry smile playing on his features at his actions. “i think you mean good influence, lupin,” a slight, quiet snicker fell from his lips. “then do something bigger and better. something actually challenging.”

“I know. I just hope the class is going to be over soon,” Kelian yawnd and rested her head on her arms, still glancing over at Remus. “And girls no not drool. Or snore. Never. Understood?”

“Me too,” Remus agreed as he checked his watch, before groaning. “Half an hour left. I thought it’d be a little sooner than that.” He leaned forward on his desk with a frown. “Understood completely.”

“I like the idea of travelling, and trying to teach somewhere else, but at the end of the day, Hogwarts is home,” he explained. “I hope so. I’m a bit apprehensive about it all, to be honest.”

“You are welcome,” Kelian still grinned but also offered Remus a fresh tissue. “And I have to admit this class is really really boring. I almost fell asleep as well.”

He accepted it with a grateful smile. “It isn’t the most interesting topic,” he agreed, surprised that he was actually bored in the theory lesson. “If you fall asleep, I promise I’ll tell you if you drool or snore.”

“Maybe the fact that you are drooling when you sleep,” Kelian whispered, the grin still spread all over her face.

“Ugh, I hate when that happens,” he said with a frown, wiping around his mouth with bright pink cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Regardless it will amount to something. I know that both Hestia Jones and I read as much as you do. I actually don’t know what she wants to do, but reading is really only something that works out as an advantage.”

“Then that’s a shame.” Rab rested his chin upon his palm, elbows on his desk as he made a small, scornful noise. “Not to be funny, but you don’t really look like you can hold your own. You’re scrawny and seem far too quiet. I don’t understand how you’re not targeted all the time.” 

“obviously. the conversations i’m forced to have in the infirmary are so enlightening.” he responded with a similar huff beneath his breath. however, remus’s comment, he leaned forward slightly on his desk, gaze flicking between the boy and the teacher. “i’ve done it plenty of times. why don’t you try it?” he egged him on. “and see for yourself.”

Remus frowned. “Forced? If you really don’t want to talk to me, you don’t have to. I don’t like the idea of talking to someone when they don’t want a conversation,” he mumbled. He rolled his wand along the table, considering the worst that would happen. “You’re a terrible influence,” he said quietly, before waiting for Slughorn to turn his back. A second later, a cup of tea materialised on his desk. “I- I did it. That was way too easy.”

“All of it,” he replied with a smile. “It grows back quick, and it doesn’t look too terrible when it’s short. I appreciate that, but I don’t know how long a Slytherin hat would survive in the Gryffindor tower.” Remus could only imagine how quickly it’d be ruined or lost. You should teach me how you do that. I always oversleep and miss half of breakfast,” Remus said sheepishly, before laughing. “Sleeping in class is the same as talking during class,” he smiled with a pointed look at her.

“That’s true, but I can’t imagine your future husband being a bad influence on your kids,” he thought out loud. “And you’re right, but you do have some similar mannerisms to your brothers. The hair helps, but sometimes you pull a face like them,” he said with a chuckle. He liked imagining their futures. It gave him some hope for the next few years. “It’s all good, Molls. We still have time.”

Are you serious?

He grinned. “Well, I’d try to be fair. But let’s just say they might get away with a little bit of mischief that other students won’t. I mean, that is if they are troublemakers. I’m sure they won’t be,” Remus said with a cheeky smile, lying back with his eyes closed, imagined a future where he was teaching Molly’s kids. A future where he’d still be at Hogwarts. The thought was strange, so he shook it off. “Any illegal activity and you’d be the first to know.”

“I could see you becoming a professor. I think it would suit you quite well.”

“Thanks, Emma. It’d be nice for my loving of books and reading to eventually amount to something.”

Remus smiled at her, proud. “Well, I’m glad I could be the one to tell you. You spend too much time worrying about me, so know that I want the best for you as well.” He grinned as he watched her. Among his own problems, and school, it was nice to have a moment to just relax, and enjoy the scenery. “And I’d love to teach them. It’d be pretty hard not to give little Prewett kids special treatment.”

“Molly, of course you are. You’re amazing at cooking, and knitting, and you’re kind, and smart. I’m sure there are plenty of things out there for you, so the professors would have no reason to lie,” he said with a wide smile. “Thanks, Molls. I think I’d really enjoy teaching Defence, but anything would be great. That’s a good idea- something to keep you busy while you decide.”