The rain tapped against the cold window, trying to escape through the thick glass panes; the winter air somehow seeped through the castle walls, ghosting through the halls and classrooms. The defence against the dark arts classroom was silent, the only sounds being the rain, the crackling fire and scribbles of quills after long pauses.

The teacher, Proffesor Lupin, sat at his desk, calmly marking papers as he sipped his tea, occasionally taking a bite of chocolate- which he always happened to carry with him. The students wrote away, finishing their essays.

you were too lost in thought to concerntrate. Before you knew it, the bell rang and pupils quickly began stuffing their possessions into their bags. Proffesor Lupin rose from his chair, putting his hands together as he smiled at everyone. "excellent work, everybody. I'll have your results ready by next week." he said, dismissing the class. They poured out group at a time, chatter filling the air.

you stayed seated, staring at your unanswered paper. Proffesor Lupin sat back down at his desk before glancing over at you, "you're very welcome to leave, you know?" he joked before noticing how you looked deep in thought. He stood up and hovered next to your desk, looking over the empty page. "having some trouble, are we?" he asked softly