everyone at hogwarts knows of your infatuation with remus lupin. it’s a bit weird, really. you’re an extremely wealthy pure blood, you’ve had everything handed to you on a silver platter your entire life, you’re stunning, you’re healthy, you’re intelligent. you’re kind of perfect. remus on the other hand is a werewolf, half-blood who couldn’t read when he got to hogwarts, still struggles to read and write somewhat, isn’t incredibly wealthy, and wouldn’t be considered conventionally attractive. nobody knows why you fancy the lanky boy, but you’ve made it clear he’s yours.

remus apparently doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, which you’re fine with, he still lets you ask him out constantly. you’ve always tried to hold his hand and hug him, and over the years he’s gotten better at letting you.

he has a new scar on his face today. it was the full moon a couple nights ago and he’s made a speedy, for him, recovery.