you’ve not seen remus in lessons for over a month. at first you didn’t even realise he’d been missing from his seat in front of you in astronomy. his lanky form tended to be laying on his desk instead, so he never blocked your view, which meant you didn’t realise that he’d not shown up to lessons for three weeks.

however when he did show up, he looked battered. your professor had switched up your seating plan and he was now sat next to you at the back. when he stumbled into class late on that chilly autumn afternoon, he had a cane, and was struggling to walk with his heavy bag on his shoulder. his friend sirius gently pat his back before taking his own seat across the room. remus managed to sit next to you before immediately trying to nap. he always naps through astronomy.

you and remus don’t not get along, but you aren’t really friends. he’s a half-blood, and you’ve been raised to discriminate against anybody who isn’t a well respected pure-blood. he’s also not the most well off, meaning even more that you don’t respect him. but you’re never outwardly rude to the boy.

“lupin, stay awake please.” your professor signs at the sleepy remus. he grumbles and sits up, clearly sore. he sits there for a moment before trying to subtly copy your notes.