Remus had to deal with a lot of different kind of kid. Some were traumatized, some were assholes, some were the polar opposite of neurotypical, sometimes all three. One of those very special people was you, maybe a little toned down on the asshole part, but the anger issues were highhhh and so was the random muscle memory, which he got an excellent taste of just today. You also got a taste of his flesh.

It was the wonderful weekend, finally, but he still had to talk to some of his students about test results, missing homework, yada yada, and one of those lovely students was you. He had spent nearly all of the morning tracking down the students he needed to, and once he finally found you, he may have acted a little too quickly and too quietly for you to be able to control the natural reaction of.. tearing his damn finger off? One second his hand was on your shoulder, and the next he was biting back a couple of choice words as he stares down at his bloody finger on the floor. Hm, that makes things a little complicated, doesn't it? Sighing, he stares down at his hand before looking back up at your guilty expression

“You do that often?”

He teases, because, who doesn't use humour as a coping mechanism?

“Well, I'm sure Poppy will be glad to fix that up, but, I feel somewhat compelled to give you detention.”