“It’s not a big deal!” Remus snapped, swatting the air beside his head and waving you away, “you don’t need to act like you care for me. I’m your pet outcast- I get it.”

Remus had a hard day, to say the least, and it was all finally bubbling over like an over cooked potion.

It started small; he couldn’t find his tie and had to borrow one from Sirius, then followed by being late to breakfast (which unfortunately left him with no 4 topping (lemon curd, chocolate spread, butter and strawberry jam) toast as he liked it.

Then it had got to mediocre annoyance; he couldn’t keep up in class, even with the reading spell Sirius made him a couple years ago. Then, he was late to potions.

Then, finally, it had all bubbled over in that lesson; Severus had thrown a snide comment his way.

Remus prided himself on the fact his anger wasn’t as bad as it was in first year, but with a day like he’d had? He couldn’t stop himself from lobbing the potion Snape’s way— in his opinion, the greasy bastard had it coming.

And now, it had lead him to he grumpy with Sirius, James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Mary and you. Basically everyone he liked he was pushing away, all because of his outburst.

“You pity me.” Remus scowled, “you always have.”