Remus put his best impression of an annoyed face when Kettleburn had announced him, and you would be partnered up for the research project. He wouldn’t want anyone knowing the secret affections he held for his supposed ‘rival’.

Neither him nor you recalled when it had started. Perhaps way back in year one, that time you had managed to cast Wingarduim Leviosa for the first time faster than him. Or perhaps in year three, where you had scored higher in DADA, of all classes.

Either way, there was no doubt that the initial rivalry had evolved into something more. Sometimes, when the Misfits were asleep, he would sneak out to have late-night study sessions by your side. Most of the time, the conversation would drift off from the subject and into deeper topics.

Remus was leaned back on his chair, book in hand, looking at you with the smallest of smirks. The library quiet, asides from the whispers of other students. “I say we do our research project on Grindylows. Unless you and your oh-so-clever brain have an objection, we should get started.”