FIRE(Remus Lupin)

Potter really needs to trim his nails

Saphire's POV

A week passed and it already feels as if I have been here for years. Hogwarts is my home. There's no denying it. 

As usual, I woke up got dressed, and headed straight for the great hall. Remus would be there probably. A chill ran down my spine as I opened the colossal doors. Excitement drenched my body.

A brunette sitting there all alone.

"Hi" He sighed
"Good Morning!" I replied

"Ready for another day?"

"Sure am"

"So, I don't know much about you, do I?" Remus said looking right into my eyes 

"You don't."

"Tell me, I want to get to know you."

"Well," I said " I like butterflies. I love Transfiguration and watching Quidditch. That's pretty much it."

"Mmhm" He nodded

"What do you like?" I asked

"I like Defence Against The Dark Arts, the library, the fireplace." he paused  "A-and talking to you"

"I like talking to you too." I said going all red."Oh, and I love shortcakes"

"Is that so?"

'Yes" I nodded

"Remmy!!!" A voice echoed

Like a battle call, the whole gang entered taking turns greeting both of us.

"So you have left us for Saphire, huh?" said Lily

"Lily, why did you have to start?"Remus said 

"Oh! My Remmy is all grown up."James fake cried dramatically

I hid my face in embarrassment...

"Anyway the first Quidditch match is on Saturday., so practice is at 7 today.'" James added

"FOOD!" Marlene entered as usual

The others gobbled down the food chatting about the day ahead, while I was lost in thoughts. They don't call me Cloud head Saphire for anything.

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I glided along the dungeon. Three fat books in one hand and a thousand thoughts racing in my mind. Half of my brain was occupied with getting to potions as soon as possible. I was carrying Marlene and Mary's books which does not help when you are trying to walk-run on the slippery floor of the dungeon which has what seems like a hundred witches and wizards hustling around. As I neared the classroom, I frantically checked my pocket watch only to realise that I am early by 20 goddamn minutes. So naturally I slowed my pace and eventually placed myself on the ground, kept the books aside and immersed myself in thoughts.

I always believed that thoughts are what entertains me the most. Marls would often ask me how I was able to not get bored of thinking and I would always answer that I had too much to think about. She would scoff and eventually start nibbling on something as a form of reply to my peculiarity. After all, she is the one person I fully understand, she's my best friend. I know her too well and she knows me enough for me to be able to trust her with my life. She found it abnormal for me to start pondering about life and existence randomly.

Yet today my mind was occupied by something else. 

Someone else 

The brunette was all I could think of for the past few days. I don't exactly know why. I haven't confided about this to anyone. Not even Marls.Ever since the train, every time someone mentions Remus's name. I begin to shiver with a feeling I can't justify pretty well.

I snap out of my hypnotic trance as I observe my pocket watch about to slip to the ground. I catch it just in time. It depicts how ten minutes had already passed. So I entered the potions classroom which has a familiar pungent smell of smoke lingering around. I quietly keep mine and Marlene's book on one desk and am about to put Lily's with where Alice usually sits, when I pause. 

A mischievous grin unfolds on my face as I place Lily's book right next to where a specific Potter brews his potions. You see, Lily's not going to have much time in switching positions because Professor Slughorn usually arrives before the starting time.

Suddenly I hear footsteps approaching so I turn to face a familiar brunette standing right in front of me. I notice him looking a tad bit paler than usual and a few scars on his left cheek. I assume he must have had yet another pillow fight with James, that Potter really needs to trim his nails.

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