Remus leant himself against the door frame of your door, listening as you grumbled again and again about how you were going to fail your O.W.L’s. “Well darling,” He began, taking a bite of his piece of chocolate. “You’re the one who chose to study at the last minute. You procrastinate all too much.” He mused, knowing good and well just how screwed you were. “I’m afraid I can’t help you, my dear.” He said while pushing off the door frame, setting himself at the foot of your bed.