remus lupin, a pathetic excuse of a boy, really. when he started at hogwarts he was so awful at reading and writing that he couldn’t even spell his own name, he refused to speak to anyone other than his three friends, james, sirius and peter, he didn’t care about his education. little remus quickly took up smoking and spent most of his time with a cigarette in his mouth. as time went on he became more focused on increasing his intelligence, he’s still not smart, per say, but he can spell ‘remus lupin’ when needed.

he met you in third year, and you quickly formed an odd relationship. you would study together, but you wouldn’t really talk. you’d acknowledge each other in the halls or in the gryffindor common room, but you never spoke to one another. you’re not friends. oh, and you could grab remus by the hair whenever you wanted and just fuck him. causal hookups, that’s what you called them. you liked remus’ lips against yours, so you’ll kiss him, and touch him and say you love him, but once he steps foot out of your dorm, it’s like nothing happened.

remus is sat next to sirius in a very boring class. your professor is allowing you all to talk. remus has his head on the desk, sleeping, while sirius is turned around chatting to james and peter.