Catch Me If You Can → George Weasley

Twenty-Three

Apollo was not sure how he would be able to sneak back in undetected with the knowledge of Sirius Black breaking in again. His shoulder hurt, and he could feel the blood seeping through his hoodie. He did not really blame Sirius. It was more of less self defence. But truly, Apollo did not know what to think of Sirius Black. The encounter was strange, there was no doubt about it, but Apollo thought there was truth to his words. He was no expert on reading people, and he wondered if maybe Sammy would be able to tell. As he thought about it more, though, he knew it would be wrong to drag them into this whole mess that he caused for himself.

He made sure that, as he wandered the hall, to look out for teacher who would undoubtedly be searching the castle through-and-through. It felt like hours before Apollo finally reached the classroom he was looking for. He looked around. No one. So, he knocked. No answer. Of course. Lupin was probably out searching with everyone else.

He tried the door next, but it was locked. Apollo groaned, and decided to just slide down the wall. He sat there for a long time before someone finally showed up. Apollo did not have the energy to look up. He just kept his eyes closed.

"Shit, Apollo," Came Lupin's voice above him, voice no louder than a whisper. The professor carefully helped the boy up. Apollo groaned, but decided it would be better to make an effort. He allowed Remus to help him inside the classroom.

Apollo sat on the nearest chair, and breathed heavily. He listened as Lupin went to get some first aid supplies (which at this point was really smart to have.)

"What happened?" Lupin asked softly when he returned to where Apollo was sitting.

Apollo chuckled dryly as he pulled the hoodie off of his body. "It wasn't my fault this time," He said, hissing in pain as the fabric of his shirt went inside the wound.

"That doesn't answer my question," Lupin said, gesturing for the boy to take off his shirt so he could get the wound fixed up.

Apollo did just that. "I got into a fight with a dog," He said truthfully.

Remus raised an eyebrow. He started cleaning the wound, causing Apollo to hiss. He quickly apologized. "How do you get in a fight with a dog?"

Apollo winced. "It stole my notebook that I stole from Sammy," He said. He could not explain why he was warming up to Lupin so much.

Lupin shook his head, staying silent as he finished wrapping up Apollo wound. "You really should see Madam Pomfrey about this," He said once he finished. "It would hear in hours."

Apollo raised an eyebrow. "No thanks," He murmured. "I'd rather have the pain and scars be a reminder." Lupin regarded him sympathetically. This made Apollo scoff. "Don't look at me like that," He murmured.

"Like what?"

"With pity." Apollo avoided Lupin's eyes as he spoke these words. Instead, he picked up his hoodie again, frowning. It was cut where claws dug into.