Remus was trying to sell a certain person something. His heart, that is.

Call him pathetic, call him hopeless, call him desperate. Reluctantly, he'll admit he's all of the above... and more, probably. Well, heaven forbid he shows some interest in someone, because his friends won't shut up about it and it's getting to the pount where Remus doesn't know if he's getting embarrassed or flustered.

His pitiful excuse for courting is that he maybe, if he's feeling extra bold, he might walk said courtee to their next lesson or help them with their homework. Because that's just the epitome of romance, isn't it?

"Well, you know," He mumbles awkwardly, quickly averting his gaze to look at a very interesting brick on the very interesting wall. "I thought you'd like it. I saw it and it reminded me of you, so..."

He chuckles, it sounds so forced. He mentally slaps himself, correction, he mentally beats himself up. He's obvious, he can tell. Are his cheeks red, they feel red.

He can hear the laughter of his friends around the corner, James is always loud. He wishes to the founders of Hogwarts that they did something that could make the floor swallow him whole.

Unfortunately, they didn't.

So now he's forced to endure the inevitable embarrassment his best friends will be sure to provide him. He should get going, probably, maybe.

"So, uh, what lesson do you have?" He asks. "I could walk you there, I mean, only if you'd like."