A soft white cloth rubs against the cup for perhaps the umpteenth time, the words "special award for services to the school" couldn't be any clearer. Remus can see his reflection on the silver surface, he looks tired, because he is.

He's been in the dim trophy room for- too long of a time, and his ward keeps insisting that there's an hour left to go. Aching feet from standing all day, and the last full moon was still tormenting him, his body being burdened with lasting effects, oh how he just wanted to sleep. Atleast he isn't alone, well, he might as well be.

Across the room, there's you. Scrubbing a plaque with the same amount of enthusiasm as a plimpy on a hot summer's day. A small frown is etched into your lips, and you haven't spoken a single word to him. Remus observes you discreetly, wishing he could say or do something to bring a smile to your face, partially because he knows you to be a lovely person and a smile suits you much better, partially because a part of him feels guilty as to why you're here in the first place.

Sirius and James and another one of their pranks. He never partakes in the orchestration, sometimes he chides them for it, convinced that they have better things to do. This time he didn't know about it, nor did he know that their target was- well sort of their only target, Severus Snape. And by some amusing feat of the stars, you just happened to be the slytherin's friend (or acquaintance, maybe just a classmate, they didn't think that the half - blood had any friends). Whatever the case is, the dynamic duo didn't know that you'd be with him.

When Mcgonagall stumbled across the scene, Remus was tiredly asking his persistent mates to just back off for once, simultaneously, you were trying to convince a drenched and shivering Severus not to blow someone's head off clean with a spell. Everyone got issued detention, everyone.

Thank merlin that it was Mcgonagall who dealt with the matter. She wasn't furious with the two of you, just fulfilling her duties, it was a 'wrong place at the wrong time' situation, earning the lesser of the punishment. However, Remus would rather be digging up roots in the greenhouse, the chilly air would keep him alert. With a sigh he glances at clock, half past eleven, if midnight arrives before they're let go he'll just walk out.

He turns to you again, feeling responsible for your dilemma all over again. "We have half an hour left, I can walk you back to your common room-". The lack of expression on your face makes him a nervous, just a tad. "If- if that's alright with you, that is."