The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

Anti-anxiety herbs

September 2 1993
Parchment. Books. Quills. Anti-anxiety herbs from diagon alley.

Remus could do this. He most certainly was not scared of a bunch of teenagers.

He was excited — excited but nervous.

Despite the fact his God son had been attacked on the train by dementors, and despite the fact his murderer best friend was on the loose, Remus was hopeful.

What if this was his calling? What if this is what he was meant to do in his life?

Remus had fond memories from his time at school, during the years he'd stay up late helping Peter with his homework, or reading over James and Sirius's essays.

Dumbledore was right— Remus had been an excellent Defence against the arts student. Besides Aveline Rosier, he was nearly always at the top of his year.

But could he really teach?

Remus currently was in a second hand, tattered brown suite with strings and such coming from the cuffs.

With a fortune to his name, Remus could technically afford the nicest, newest suite money had to buy. Though something about using the Rosier funds left him with a sour taste in his mouth. He used it when he needed it, but not for stuff he wanted.

Remus had grown up on second hand clothing and tattered jackets, and there was something so comforting about the feeling of worn clothes, that Remus had never dropped the habit.

The suite he was wearing had certainly seen better days, but so had Remus.

He was leaning up against his beauitful oak desk, in front of the classroom that would soon be full of young minds. A worn leather notebook was in his hands, full of his scrawled slightly messy lesson
notes. He had far had it memorized, but he read it and reread it till every centimetre of page was ingrained into his brain.

"A brain is not at his sharpest without breakfast Mr. Lupin."

Remus brought his eyes up from his notes to see a familiar set of emerald green robes standing infront of him. An effortless smile washed over his face.

"Minnie," he greeted happily.

Though he had seen his old Professor last night at the great feast, Minvera only had time for a quick wave and twinkling smile. the deputy headmistress being pulled in every which direction.

Remus had stayed close to Minvera over the years. Of course he had. Letters were exchanged often, and every once in awhile Remus would meet her for coffee or in a butterbeer.

It had been months since he had seen the woman, and seeing her in Hogwarts, in her familiar emerald robes and tight bun, tugged at Remus's heart.

It felt like yesterday, he was the student in this classroom, and Minvera was chasing him and his friends through the halls.

"Good to be back Mr. Lupin?" Minvera asked, moving towards him to straighten his crooked, fraying tie. Her fingers were nimble, fixing the way he poorly tied it effortlessly. "You look tired, and malnourished. Go to bed earlier tonight and wake up for breakfast tomorrow."

Remus smiled, chuckling a little bit at the woman.
She never stopped worrying about him, even though at this point he was a full grown adult.