The Marauders: Year Six #Wattys2017

Lovekaban

Lovekaban

On Tuesday, Remus was late for Muggle Studies.

It was Sirius Black's fault, really.

Remus had been perfectly fine, sitting on his bed, working on writing a Transfiguration essay when Sirius had come up behind him and wrapped himself around Remus like a sexy little spider monkey and proceeded to whisper dirty things into Remus's ear until the Transfiguration essay was cast aside in lieu of breaking the rule about not snogging for more than ten minutes without coming up for air. By the time they had come up for air, Remus realized he had to go and he had grabbed his tie from the floor where Sirius had cast it and run out the door, still scuffing on his loafers and trying to button his shirt, which was wrinkled and hanging crooked.

He might've made it if he had better knees, but he had to pause twice on the way going to the extreme far end of the castle, and he paused by the library, huffing and puffing as he spread his palm against the wall, rubbing his knees with his other hand, before jogging the last few steps and bursting through the Muggle Artefacts Museum into the classroom beyond.

Everyone in the room turned at once.

"How kind of you to join us, Mr. Lupin," Professor Gaunt said in a cold tone. He waved to Remus's seat as several boys in the back snickered at Remus's disheveled appearance. Remus tried to hold his dignity as he walked to his place next to Peter, who looked at Remus knowingly. Remus flushed. Professor Gaunt stepped up to the desk before him. "Where is your book, Mr. Lupin?"

In his rush, Remus had left without his bookbag.

"In my dorm, sir."

Gaunt stared at Remus for a long moment. "And why would it be in your dorm, Mr. Lupin?"

"Because it doesn't have legs to walk here on it's own, sir," Remus replied snarkily.

Gaunt raised an eyebrow.

Remus stared at him defiantly.

Gaunt said, "And your parchment?"

"Also in my dorm, sir. You see, it, too, lacks legs, sir."

Professor Gaunt mused, "Yes... I see. Well. You may join me tomorrow for detention - for not coming prepared to class, Mr. Lupin. Now run along and iron your shirt, you look like a beggar on the street and no wizard should look as poorly as you do."

More snickers from the kids in the back.

"You're dismissing me from class?" Remus asked, "Again? Am I ever to learn muggle studies?"

"When you arrive on time and without an attitude, yes, Mr. Lupin, then I shall teach you muggle studies. But until you are capable of showing me respect, you'll go to your dormitory with your legless books and parchment."

Remus stood up. "Alright. I'll go back to my dormitory then. Thank you, sir." He started toward the door, and, as people were still snickering at him, he paused, and turned back. "And I'll have a brilliant time snogging my boyfriend when I get there. Good day."

Professor Gaunt stared at the door as several people in the room laughed and Harry Warbeck shouted, "Go get'im Remus!" with a snort from the back of the room.

James ran his hand across McKenna's shoulders. "You're so bloody beautiful. Why's he gotta take you away from me? For a whole evening!"

They were standing outside of the Muggle Artefacts Museum on Wednesday evening, just before McKenna was supposed to go in for her detention with Professor Gaunt. James leaned forward and kissed McKenna, his hands trailing down her arms to her fingers, which he twined together, holding her palm against his. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to her neck, just below her ear.