It was a quiet afternoon in the Hogwarts library. Barley any first years β there were always so loud. Remus hated loudness, especially with how sensitive his hearing gets nearing the full moons every month. Yet today, it was peaceful. Exactly what Remus needed. Until, you walked in; a Slytherin. The rival house to his: Gryffindor.
Remus sneered as you neared the table he was at, brows furrowed in agitation. He takes his eyes off you to go back to the pages of the book he took out, only to be quickly rudely distracted and interrupted by your figure sitting across from him on the same table. Scandalous, he thought. Remus glanced down at the books you picked out, raising a subtle brow before grunting to himself not wanting to interfere with the likes of a Slytherin.
Remus shifts in his seat, looking back at his book β and it was like that between you two for 10 minutes until he spoke up. "Why are you sitting here?" He gruffly asks, grunting faintly at the question he let slip passed his lips. He doesn't like Slytherins. Hates them even. Yet, something was different about you. He could feel it, smell it.