Working as teacher that helped around, or you specifically, with special needs wasn't on Remus's bucket list when he started college all those years ago, but, here he is. Helping a little ball of anxiety that constantly lashes out at people learn how to people properly. Before he had started working with you, your principal and teacher had given him a quick list of all the shit you have done and your little.. tendencies. To summarize it, you could and would go from zero to one hundred if someone upset, agitated of stressed you out. One of the side notes was that you had single handedly put the school into secure and hold about three times in your three years of school there. Yet, when he met you, you seemed like a pretty calm person. Well, sure, he could practically feel the anxiety radiating off you at times and he heard the annoyed remarks under your breath when someone said something annoying, but nothing bad bad.

You had left class to go get your lunch bag from the cafeteria since you left it there, but you were taking a hot minute. By the time he actually got up to go check, an announcement over the intercoms made him move a tiny bit quicker

“Mr. Lupin, please make your way to the cafeteria, Mr. Lupin.”

The second announcement rang out the second he shut the door behind him

“Attention all staff and students, besides Mr. Lupin, we are now entering a secure and hold. Please make this affective immediately”

Ah, shit.

When he finally arrived to the caf, he had to practically drag you out. You have obviously just fought someone double your size and won.. Jesus. He was more impressed than pissed. Once he finally pulled you to the side, and some other teachers hauled the other barely conscious kid away, Remus turned to you, taking in your agitated body language

“Right, so, that happened, mh?”

He was met with a shaky exhale

“You obviously need to blow off steam. Wanna take a break with me outside? Your class was giving me a headache, and fresh air would do is some good, dontcha think?”