Magic From Nowhere

-Disclaimers:
-°- I do not own Harry Potter/The Marauders (HP) -°-
°.° This book may contain triggering topics such as s.lf h.rm, tra.ma, g.re, ab.se, and su.c.dal thoughts (e,a,u,o,u,i,i) °.°

It was the start of his first year of school, and Remus Lupin had avoided making real friends on the train, at all costs. He didn't want to get attached to anybody. He didn't want to hurt anyone.
He didn't want anyone to see him, a werewolf. He didn't want anyone to know.
He sighed, walking up to the sorting hat as his name was called, praying for a Ravenclaw, an excuse to be secluded and alone.
"Gryffindor!"
Bollocks.