a 15-year-old boy with white skin and eyes cast in shadow wondered vaguely around hogwarts halls in the middle of the night, if you only glanced at him, you would've thought he was a ghost.
"oi! you're not supposed to be out at this time of night!" yelled the throaty voice of Argus Filch.
the boy looked over at Filch who was running over to him with a lamp in his hand.
Filch gasped as the wavering light from his lamp shimmered across the boy.
Remus Lupin, fifth year, looked at him. his face was white, his lips were pale, the tiny scars that were littering his face were almost glowing silver, and his eyes were slitted like a cats.
"... come with me, kid!"
((TBC. oh dear lord! so short! not to worry. they'll get MUCH longer as it goes on.))