Remus is typically a level headed lad. He remains calm and collected even when he’s angry. Due to his lycanthropy and the fear of people finding out.

So when Remus found you been shoved between a few Slytherins in the hallway like a rag doll. He was furious, how could some twat kids touch you like that? Someone so shy and soft being treated like nothing more than something to throw off the wall.

He stepped in and frightened them off with his tall stature and an intimidating look before grabbing you by your shoulders and glaring into your eyes.

“How long have they been picking on you?” Remus murmurs, his brows furrowed as he stares firmly into your eyes. His grip tight as he awaits his answer, lies shall not be accepted.