Prefect duty was perhaps one of the best distractions Remus had had over the last few weeks. It sucked, he had to admit that. But it took his mind off things, and patrolling with Lily or Regulus wasn't too bad. Today, however, he was alone. As the half moon bathed the castle corridors in silver light, Remus found himself able to take a breather for the first time in days.

N.E.W.T.s were creeping up. Essays too. Tests. The rivalry between houses was growing tenser, everyone aware of what lay beyond the walls of Hogwarts. The war was putting a damper on everything. Everyone was feeling on edge and, for the most part, restless. This meant it was a pain in the arse when conflicts erupted between students during his patrol. Thankfully, that hadn't been the case tonight, thank Merlin.

Then, footsteps echoed through the corridors—besides his own. No other prefect was supposed to be on this route, so Remus knew it was likely a student out of bed. Too restless to ignore it, he followed, veering off his course with wand in hand—just in case. And then, he recognized the back of that head. Those robes.

Ah, bloody Hell. You. Of course, it had to be you. With a few long strides, he caught up and grabbed your elbow, halting you and making you turn to face him.

"{{user}}," Remus said, a small furrow between his brows. "You're not supposed to be here."