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Remus Lupin was strolling through the courtyard of the Rubeus Academy for Boys. For weeks now, the sun had been shining as brightly as the newspapers had promised. This was his sixth year at the boarding school. His parents, though infinitely rich, lacked compassion and had decided to send Remus to live here when he turned eleven. Harsh? Yes, but Remus hadn't seen much of his parents whilst young anyway. There was always a nanny or a governess to look after him and make sure the received the attention he needed.
The warmth of the sun left his face, replaced by a cool breeze as he stepped inside the school's front entrance. A note had been given to him during breakfast which instructed him to report there as soon as possible. This wasn't exactly an abnormal occurrence. Remus presumed he'd showing a new student around the school., as he had done many times before. He was right, yet so wrong.
What he had been expecting and what the was greeted with were undeniably different. He thought there would be a small, unsuspecting first year waiting for him. In actual fact, the boy looked around the same age as him. It wasn't his age that shocked Remus though, it was his appearance. The boy was sprawled across three of the visitor's chairs, eyes closed before tinted aviators. Remus couldn't help but admire the boy's features. Cheek bones protruded from his face with casual elegance. The bridge of his nose was slightly bent - seemingly having been broken many times before - yet looked perfectly fitting on him. His lips were almost white in colour, and looked full and soft. It's a shame, Remus thought, that I can't see his eyes. Eyes had always fascinated Remus. There was something so personal about the colour and shape of eyes which Remus loved.
The boy's hair was black and long, random strands back-combed and sticking up haphazardly. The shirt he wore seemed to be in bad condition; paint splatted and defaced with crude words Remus would never utter, let alone display across his chest. An over-sized, ripped suit jacket was fixed together with safety pins and seemed to be hanging off of the boy's lithe form. The pressed slack which were expected replaced instead by tight-fitting, tartan trousers; bearing chains and straps which were tied around his knees. The new boy completed his 'look' with highly platformed shoes Remus later learned to be 'Brothel Creepers'.
Remus was shocked, to say the least. He stood, stoic and staring, for a minute before gathering his manners and sticking his hand out as a greeting.
"Remus Lupin. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." He spoke confidently, but his eyes betrayed his weariness. The boy glared at the proffered hand and stood abruptly.
"So you're the toff they sent for me?" He asked gruffly, arms crossed over his broad chest. Remus faltered slightly and dropped his arm.
"Excuse me?" The boy let out a sharp laugh.
"Nothing." The air seemed to be getting thicker each second, Remus thought. "You gonna show me round, or what?" The boy questioned, walking back outside slowly. It took a few seconds before Remus could think straight and follow after the boy.
"Hm," Remus cleared his throat, "I'm terribly sorry, but I didn't catch your name."
"Black."
"Black? Black what?" he asked, baffled by the harsh tone of the boy's voice.
"Black's me last name, you arsehole. Not me first." No other explanation, it seemed, was being willingly given. Remus, not taking the hint, foolishly prompted Black on his first name.
Hardy a second passed before Remus was being pushed against a tree. Black's face twisted with a sneer as he spoke. "None of your fucking business, you posh twat." He spat into the grass near them before stalking off towards the nearest building. Remus let him go, far too shocked to move from his position against the bark. What had he done wrong?
He'd never experienced this kind of behavior before. Generally, people were as respectful to him as he was to them. The Black boy was certainly an anomaly.