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Professor Lupin was late into the Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, so the third-year Gryffindors took out their books and waited. Professor Lupin walked into the classroom no less than five minutes late, however half way through the door he stopped. He was rigid and staring fixedly at Harry - or rather, Harry's desk with a strange faraway look in his eyes. Harry was beginning to feel uncomfortable when Lupin shifted his gaze across the rest of the class as though nothing had happened. They spent the lesson concentrating on Boggarts, but Harry couldn't shake of the feeling he'd got upon seeing the mysterious light in his teacher's eyes as he looked at his desk.
Later that day, however, Hermione was waiting outside the staffroom for Professor Flitwick. She was just about to knock when the conversation from within stopped her hand.
"My condolences, Minerva." There was no mistaking that sardonic voice; that sarcastic tone. Snape was in there. "I merely meant that I see no reason why Lupin should care to return to Hogwarts! Especially after what happened."
"Remus has plenty of reasons to come back, Severus, and well you know it!" The strict voice of Professor McGonagall rung into Hermione's ears.
"I fail to see what reason should beckon enough for him to return to the very site of, well, of that. What happened is enough to traumatize anyone, but with the relationship he had with it."
"I agree, Severus. Let's not speak of this again."
"Fine. I have some essays to grade. Excuse me." Snape said, announcing his departure. He must have been nearer the door than Hermione had realised, because it was suddenly thrown open and the ill-tempered Potions Master stared at her in a mixture of shock and suspicion.
"I-I'm sorry sir." Hermione stammered. "Could you give this to Professor Flitwick, I-" Mid-sentence, Snape grabbed her and dragged her inside, slamming the door after him. He sat her down on a chair. McGonagall was hovering in the background and Snape himself was pale. There was an anxiety reflected in his usually deadened black eyes that Hermione had never seen before.
"What - did - you - hear?" He hissed at her, the impatience in his voice betraying his own worry and mental agony. "I swear, Granger, that conversation was of no importance to you! Forget you ever heard it! Now, go back to your dormitory, and don't let me catch you eavesdropping again!" He ushered her hastily out of the room.
As she walked to Gryffindor Tower, Hermione found herself thinking about something else rather than the mysterious chain of events she had just witnessed.
No points off. Amazing.
Professor Lupin was late into the Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, so the third-year Gryffindors took out their books and waited. Professor Lupin walked into the classroom no less than five minutes late, however half way through the door he stopped. He was rigid and staring fixedly at Harry - or rather, Harry's desk with a strange faraway look in his eyes. Harry was beginning to feel uncomfortable when Lupin shifted his gaze across the rest of the class as though nothing had happened. They spent the lesson concentrating on Boggarts, but Harry couldn't shake of the feeling he'd got upon seeing the mysterious light in his teacher's eyes as he looked at his desk.
Later that day, however, Hermione was waiting outside the staffroom for Professor Flitwick. She was just about to knock when the conversation from within stopped her hand.
"My condolences, Minerva." There was no mistaking that sardonic voice; that sarcastic tone. Snape was in there. "I merely meant that I see no reason why Lupin should care to return to Hogwarts! Especially after what happened."
"Remus has plenty of reasons to come back, Severus, and well you know it!" The strict voice of Professor McGonagall rung into Hermione's ears.
"I fail to see what reason should beckon enough for him to return to the very site of, well, of that. What happened is enough to traumatize anyone, but with the relationship he had with it."
"I agree, Severus. Let's not speak of this again."
"Fine. I have some essays to grade. Excuse me." Snape said, announcing his departure. He must have been nearer the door than Hermione had realised, because it was suddenly thrown open and the ill-tempered Potions Master stared at her in a mixture of shock and suspicion.
"I-I'm sorry sir." Hermione stammered. "Could you give this to Professor Flitwick, I-" Mid-sentence, Snape grabbed her and dragged her inside, slamming the door after him. He sat her down on a chair. McGonagall was hovering in the background and Snape himself was pale. There was an anxiety reflected in his usually deadened black eyes that Hermione had never seen before.
"What - did - you - hear?" He hissed at her, the impatience in his voice betraying his own worry and mental agony. "I swear, Granger, that conversation was of no importance to you! Forget you ever heard it! Now, go back to your dormitory, and don't let me catch you eavesdropping again!" He ushered her hastily out of the room.
As she walked to Gryffindor Tower, Hermione found herself thinking about something else rather than the mysterious chain of events she had just witnessed.
No points off. Amazing.
