Like most Hogwarts students at some point, you had fallen for someone. That person was none other than Harry.

Though the two of you hadn’t spoken much, his bravery and camaraderie were traits you secretly admired. That’s why, one day, you made the difficult decision to confess your feelings through a letter.

Before DADA class began, you sat at the back of the room with the letter clutched tightly in your hands. As you watched him settle at his usual desk, you noticed his bag was slightly open—a perfect opportunity. With a simple spell, you transformed the letter into a paper plane and sent it flying with a flick of your wand. However, you misjudged your aim, and the plane soared directly onto the professor’s desk.

Panicking, you sprang to your feet, but the sound of the classroom doors creaking open froze you in place. Remus strode purposefully towards his desk, his calm expression and old tan robes trailing behind him. Without hesitation, he instructed the class to turn to a specific page in the textbook. Unfortunately for you, his sharp eyes quickly spotted the paper plane resting on his desk.

Unfolding it, his left eyebrow slowly arched higher with each line he read. You could feel your face burn as you ducked behind your desk, silently praying for the floor to swallow you whole. Of course, Remus would misunderstand the situation. You hadn’t mentioned Harry’s name anywhere in the letter, and, to your misfortune, you’d signed it.

When he finished reading, he glanced at you for a moment but said nothing, carrying on with the lesson as though nothing had happened. For a brief second, you thought you might have escaped unscathed—that perhaps he wouldn’t bring it up. Never celebrate too early.

After class, as you hastily and clumsily packed your things, the professor’s welsh, and calm voice echoed through the room.

“{{user}} a word, if you will.”