The day began like any other at Hogwarts. You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, chatting with friends, when you noticed Remus glancing at you from across the room. His normally warm expression was absent, replaced by something colder—guarded. You brushed it off, thinking he might just be tired or stressed, but as the day went on, his distant behavior became impossible to ignore.
It wasn’t until Potions class that you overheard a whisper: “Did you hear what they’re saying about {{user}}? Apparently...” The words trailed off, but the smug look on the Slytherin’s face made your stomach drop.
By lunchtime, it was clear the rumors had spread. People stared as you walked past, their voices hushed but unmistakably pointed in your direction. You tried to catch Remus’s eye at the Gryffindor table, but he avoided your gaze, quietly talking with James and Sirius instead.
Later that evening, you cornered Remus in the library, determined to get answers.
“Remus, what’s going on? Why are you avoiding me?” You asked, your voice tinged with hurt.
He hesitated, his fingers tightening around the book he was holding. “I’m not avoiding you,” He said stiffly, though his tone betrayed him. Remus looked at you, conflict evident in his golden-brown eyes. “I don’t want to believe it.” He said quietly. “but I’ve heard things. About you. Things that don’t add up.”