The Bet // Remus Lupin Fanfiction

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"She is going to sit with me", Clare demanded and pulled me to her side.

Laura scoffed and pulled me to the opposite side."You wish."

"She is", Clare insisted and pulled me back to her.

"No she won't", Laura replied and pulled on my hand.

"Stop!", I yelled and yanked my hands out of their hold.

"Tell her Athy that you will be supporting slytherins", L demanded.

"Tell her Athy that you will be supporting gryffindors", Clare demanded.

I rolled my eyes, entered the Great Hall and went to sit with Marlene and Dorcas instead to have my lunch.

"What is it with them?", she asked once I took a seat across from them.

"They are going crazy over who I should sit with in tomorrow's Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch match", I whined.

"And who are you going to support?", Dorcas asked with a mouthful of meat.

"I am thinking of wearing something green and gold or red and silver. Saves me from tolerating a lot of arguements between my two best friends", I said.

"This has been going on for years. You should get used to it by now", Marlene commented.

"Honestly, I would have, if only the arguements weren't getting worse with every passing day", I rolled my eyes and the two of them chuckled.

I caught the eye of a black haired guy.

"But I think I'll support Slytherins", I smirked while looking at him.

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I tapped my foot anxiously in Charms as I awaited my name being called.

"Miss Rose", the Professor called.

I stood up and went upto him. I took my test paper.

"93"

I grinned widely. There is no chance Remus will surpass this.

After that, I waited anxiously for his name to be called.

"Mr. Lupin", he called.

He stood up and went upto him.

"Well done Mr. Lupin. It's 95", he said with a proud smile.

My face fell.

What the bloody hell!

"People should accept if they aren't as good in something as they think. Don't you agree Moony?", Potter raised his voice wanting me to hear. The class filled with the laughter of the four boys.

Just you wait, Potter. Just you wait.

I entered the Great Hall for dinner alone that day. My mood was sour after the charms period and students avoided me when they noticed that.

I sat down at the hufflepuff table and put meat onto my plate. I grabbed a fork and stabbed it.

95. Ninety-fucking-five.

"There you are", Clare said while she and Laura took a seat across from me.

"So who do you think you are supporting tomorrow", Clare asked excitedly. Anything involving marauders or quidditch made her excited and this involved both.

The four marauders entered the Great Hall, their infectious laugh carrying throughout the Great Hall causing a few students to chuckle as well.

"Slytherins definitely", I answered while glaring at the brown haired boy looking more scarred and tired than ever.