𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

ix

She had Lupin's class, and she wasn't exactly looking forward to it. She made her way to the DADA classroom and looked around the room to see he wasn't in there, but she took a seat near the back anyway, doing as her classmates and pulling out her things.

It wasn't a minute later that Lupin showed up, in tattered robes as usual. Eurielle watched as he smiled at the class making her blood boil, " Please put away your things, today will be more of a practical lesson," he began looking around the class, his eyes catching her cold ones for only a second.

Looks of confusion passed between the students as they put their things up, Eurielle followed suit.

"Right then," said Professor Lupin, when everyone was ready. "If you'd follow me."

Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum

. Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song. "Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin —"

Eurielle looked to see Lupin was smiling at the Poltergeist, "I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he said pleasantly, "Mr. Filch won't be able to get in to his brooms."

Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry. Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand. "This is a useful little spell," he told the class over his shoulder. "Please watch closely."

He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it at Peeves. With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.

Eurielle cracked a smile and made sure to remember the spell. "Cool, sir!" said Dean Thomas in amazement.

"Thank you, Dean," said Lupin, putting his wand away again. "Shall we proceed?"

They began down the hall once again and she noticed the murmurs of excitement and respect that flittered through her class. She wasn't one of them.

"Inside, please," said Professor Lupin, opening the door to the staff room.

Eurielle took up the back of the line of students and once again looked up at him as she passed, her eyes narrowed and her face cold, she wanted him to be aware that she knew. She wanted him to feel guilty for never contacting her grandmother who still cared for him dearly and refused to talk about him in a negative light. He was one of her mother's best friends and according to old polaroids her 'Uncle Moony', but as soon as her father's dark secret came to light- he abandoned her.

She should have been able to not just depend on her Uncle Jem who lived across the ocean to tell her stories, but also him, someone who knew and loved her mother outside of family. What was she like in the company o friends? How was she at parties? In class?

Answers to questions she had never gotten that he could have answered, but he wasn't there. Had he been there for Potter? Did he consider her a 'bad egg' just because of her father?

Lupin looked down at her as she passed and offered her a small smile, she turned away only to be met with a scowl from Snape who was sitting in one of the many mismatched chairs in the staff room.

He had always hated her, but it seemed he hated Potter more. She didn't really care, the only thing was when he would take house points for no bloody reason. But why should she care about what a thirty-year-old virgin thought about her?