The Collision Theory | Remus Lupin

55. The Collision Theory Revisited

"Friday, the day of freedom." Marlene sighs, lifting her arms as if praising the Heavens, "And what better way to spend the afternoon than by sitting by the lake?"

"It's February Mar," I raise an eyebrow, "we'll get hyperthermia."

"What do you wanna do then." She smirks, "Apart from Lupin of course."

"Ew. Gross." I smack her arm.

Before a brawl starts, Lily manages to pull us apart, "Stop stop stop! We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I need to see Professor Slughorn."

"That old bat? Now?" Mar groans, but a glare from Lily silences her, "Okay, fine."

We trudge after Lily, who skips down the corridor. I turn to Marlene as we run after the girl, "How does someone maintain this much positive energy so far into the day?"

"The ginger radiates positivity, Lily's like a mass of ginger Gryffindor hyperactivity."

"I heard that!"

*

"I doubt that's a sugar quill dear."

"Don't you dear me Remus." I spit out my quill, having accidentally started to chew on it in a state of boredom and my mind wandering off with the thoughts of what it would be like if you transfigured yourself into a cat. Needless to say, I was not concentrating.

"I thought we would have pet names," He muses with the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk, leaning on my immense stack of library books, "You know, like Sweetiepie... Honeybee... Dragon Queen."

"That was one time!" I frown, "And bloody Hell Remus, are we honestly that soppy?"

"I assume we are."

"So what? I start calling you Tough Alpha Babe? Moonikins? Puppy? Ickle-"

"Please stop." Remus puts one hand over my mouth, so red that even his ears have turned a shade of fuschia.

"Of course..." I push his hand off, grinning, "dear."

"You just carry on with your work," he sighs, and quickly adds when I am about to retort, "silently."

Making a zipping motion on my lips with my fingers, I turn back to my Transfiguration. A few minutes go by, and I get only about one sentence on Gamp's Law down, "This is useless. I'm just going to go ahead and fail."

"Here." Without skipping a beat, Remus reaches into his robe pocket, pulling out half of a chocolate bar and hanging out over.

I break a piece off, savouring the taste, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Remus looks up from his book, the corner of his mouth curling into a smug smirk, "Dear."

"I hate you."

*

Valentine's day greets us with a bang. Very literally. It seems that a thunderstorm has picked this day out of any other to begin, and thought it would be fun to wake me up with the loudest clap of thunder at six in the morning.