Things just weren't going Lupin's way, all of Hogwarts had discovered that he was a werewolf thanks to Serverus Snape. He considered leaving Hogwarts as he would soon be getting hate mail, howlers screaming at him that he wasn't fit to teach and how he could harm the children.
Of course he already knew that, he had enough people to turn him down jobs over something he couldn't control. So after hours of deep thinking and many testings of Dumbledore's muggle candy he decided to continue teaching, much to the dislike of the potion's master.
Remus Lupin had a headache. He already had two howlers and a handful of letters explaining why he wasn't fit to teach. He stumbled into the noisy classroom, instantly silencing the group of eager Ravenclaws and hesitant Hufflepuffs.
While many students where so eager to learn or too frightened by the looming professor before them, barely any noticed the stress lines on his face or the hand clutching his head, barely any, but still a few.
After a brief introduction and a vague guideline of how the school year was going to go, class was finally over. Students flocked to the doors, while a great number of them barely spared a glance back, a few heads turned, eyebrows scrunched together in worry wondering about their professor.
The day passed on like this, with worrying glances and scrutinizing glares that only made Lupin sigh.
He eventually went to bed, preparing himself for another day.
After Lupin got out of bed and had seated himself at the high table, he had a rather cheerful surprise.
He was just piling his plate with eggs as a royal red letter floated down to eye level with him. He braced himself, preparing for more screaming as he gingerly opened the letter. What he got was a soft voice stuttering as it went along.
"We r-really like your classes, p-professor Lupin."
With that said, the little envelope burst into flames, the ashes littering the tabletop.
Lupin was stunned, he had never thought anyone would have taken the time to actually tell him that. He was in a good mood for the rest of the day, not even a first year almost setting him on fire could dampen his mood. Not to mention he got to see Snape glowering at him at every moment possible.
After seeing Lupin almost burst into pride and joy at that letter, more students decided to send him howlers. All of the following were heard almost daily.
" You're an amazing teacher professor Lupin!"
"Stay strong professor!"
"Keep up the great work!"
Each one sent fury streaking across Snape's face as Lupin opened each letter.
The one that finally resulted in the banning of said letters was the one that screamed at the top of it's… erm letter lungs?
" You got one hot ass professor! 10/10 would bang!"
That sadly ended the reign of compliments after nearly a month, while many regret not being able to send a howler, no one would forget the constipated look on Snape's face.
