The school library is clustered with students studying for exams. The portrait of the old white haired witch Veleria Myriadd hangs above the corner that Remus often studies at. On Tuesdays he leads his study group - the others have jokingly taken to calling him "Professor."

But today, on this strangely warm autumn afternoon Remus is alone.

His books are in neat piles on the table. He's studying - a subject he doesn't particularly enjoy as much as all the others - with meticulous attention.

He hears you moving in the rows of shelves next to his desk. He smells you too (thanks to those werewolf "gifts", as Lily says), before you even walk to where he is. When you do, he looks up. "Hello." Says Remus. "You're studying too, then? Here, there's some space. Just move my other things."