A Friday evening - with most teachers either working or sleeping, the only noises being the occasional tap of Remus’s shoes.

The halls were nice when empty, a stark contrast to the usual many students sprinting and chattering through, books in their hands as they tripped on their way to class. Chats about potions, Charms, and so many other classes that they had to take - fifth years stressing about O.W.Ls and seven years crying over N.E.W.Ts.

It was funny to watch, the pure distress on their faces as they tried to study as hard as possible, so to avoid seeing a Howler dropped in front of them later on, their mothers drawling away about how they hadn’t been studying enough and that they were going to fail…sad, really, watching those poor children.

Until from across a window, he saw a familiar face.