It was quiet where he sat, candle flickering and illuminating the table. It wasn’t unusual for a library, but still — he could hear every breath of his, quill scratch and soft voices.

Remus had searched for a table in the farthest corner, in an area where few students ever came to research. He did it on purpose; he wanted to be alone. Ever since the prank, he practically only studied or read, rarely going to the great hall and sleeping around the castle. He wanted to avoid the other marauders.