hiya, this is a new chapter and i hope this advances the story if anything
for those of you who don't really care about my moonshine (Tiffany) you can skip this chapter, but you'll have to wait for the next chapter if that's what you choose.
g'luck
Disclaimer: It ain't mind. Never was, never will be. Sad, ain't it?
Remus knocked on the door of Professor Flitwick's Charms class with his bag slung across his back.
"Come in." came a voice from inside. Remus pushed it open to reveal his small Charms teacher sitting behind his desk, his hand holding a quill. "Ah, Mr Lupin, welcome. I'm so sorry you had to come."
"It's alright, sir, it was my mistake and I suppose this is the best way to pay for it."
"It's good that you've understood but detention is detention so I want you to clean up and wash the chalk boards. Manually."
"Alright, sir."
"Good. I'll see you down at dinner." Professor Flitwick made for the door, but stopped once he got there, "Oh, and Mr Lupin?" he asked, "When Ms Lue Tam comes for her homework I'm going to need you to tell her what she has to practice, make sense?"
"Yes, sir." he said surprised. He would get to talk to her about the night before after all. That was lucky. But until she came...
Remus observed the large chalk boards with interest. In front of them, there was a small bucket of water with a wash towel. He slipped off his robe and rolled up the sleeves of the collared shirt underneath. Remus grabbed the cloth and wrung it out before putting it to use on chalkboards.
"Hello? Professor Flitwick?" Tiffany peered into the classroom. "Professor?"
"Tiffany?" she froze at the sound. She looked around and drew her wand, brandishing it a bit.
"Who is it? Reveal yourself." Her voice trembled a little bit, revealing her unease.
"Hey, calm down, it's just me." She saw a tuff of brown hair bob and then a figure came up from behind a desk.
She lowered her wand and let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Remus."
He smiled. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry." He gestured to the half wet board. "Detention."
She raised an eyebrow and raised her wand again, this time at the black board. "Auguamenti." A stream of water came rushing out from the tip of Tiffany's wand, covering the entire board in water. It soon stopped and she wiped the edge on her robe. "Done." She grinned at Remus whose gaze was flipping between the board and her.
"Um, but the board-"
"You don't have to do it now, it's done." She slipped her wand back into her cloak and gave a triumphant look. "Now, let's go to the Great Hall." He stared at her, "What?"
"I…it's just… never mind."
She smiled. "Never minding. Hey, Remus? Where's Professor Flitwick? He said he'd be here to give me today's assignment."
"Oh, uh, I was supposed to give that to you." He walked over to Professor Flitwick's desk and pulled a piece of parchment off. "It just tells you what spells we have to review for tomorrow. We need to try them for our N.E.W.T.s." Tiffany took it and looked it over, her lips pressed on her knuckles.
"It doesn't look to hard." She shrugged and folded the parchment, slipping it into her robe pocket. "Well, I suppose that's it then. Would you like to go to the Great Hall now?" she surprised herself at her boldness and almost instantly felt nervous. What if he didn't want to go with her?
"'Course." Remus started to unroll his sleeves when Tiffany noticed something.
"Wait," Tiffany went over and touched his arm. She stared hard at the space of skin right over his elbow. There was a pink line that ran up and into the sleeve, reminding her of a cut. "What happened here?" she looked up at his amber brown eyes curiously. They widened at her question.
"I-"
Tiffany let his arm go and blushed. "Sorry. Didn't mean it. You have your privacy and stuff." She brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "I should just go."
"I'll go with you." His voice sounded strained but sincere. He wanted to go with her, even though she'd made him uncomfortable. He's so sweet. Remus moved to his table and grabbed his robe. Tiffany picked up his bag and held it in her arms.
"Thanks. I've got this. You can put on your robes." He nodded mutely and unrolled his sleeves, hiding the pick line from view. Could it have been a scar? Remus put on his robe and held his hand out for his bag. Tiffany playfully shook her head and headed out the door. "I told you, I got this. Now let's go."
She walked towards and out of the class room, sparing Remus a look that plainly asked, "Are you coming or not?"
"So…"
"Yep?"
"Can I have my bag back?"
She shook her head. "No way. According to the pink scar on your arm, you are recovering from some injury." She took a wild guess at the line, half hoping that it would be right. Remus looked down sheepishly and she knew that she'd been right. "So if you're injured, there's no way I'd let you carry your bag."
"You've got to be kidding me." He sighed.
"Not at all," She laughed. "What'd you do detention for anyway?"
Remus stumbled a bit. "Uh, well, I was," he looked very odd, as if he wasn't sure what to say, "distracted."
"Really?" Tiffany raised an eyebrow, "because I have a feeling that you're not telling the whole truth."
"Well," Remus furrowed his brow as if he was thinking very deeply about his next few words. "There was a robe that Sirius found on me last night. In Charms, I had this idea that-" he looked down as if embarrassed at his thought.
"That?"
"That it belonged to you."
"Well, it does." He looked up, "After I left, I realized that I had forgotten my notebook. When I came back you were sleeping on the desk. You looked kinda cold so I gave you my robe." She coloured a bit at the memory, "Suppose I shouldn't have because it's caused you so much trouble." Tiffany looked downcast. Why did she always have to hurt him or cause him trouble? Always indirectly.
"It's nothing compared to the troubles I usually get in." he smiled a reassuring smile. "So don't worry about it. You cause me more trouble by thinking that you've caused me trouble. Detentions are never troubling. Lonely if anything, and even then, it's not so bad."
"I guess, but-"
"Here." On second, his bag was in her arms, the next he was a few feet away, opening it up and pulling out a long dark cloak. "Yours." He tossed it to her and grinned. Tiffany caught her robe and turned it around so that she could inspect the crest. He had been correct. The blue black Ravenclaw crest stood out and she traced it lightly.
"Thanks."
"Alright then," Tiffany looked up at him, "Shall we continue?"
Her mouth quirked at the side. "Yeah, let's go."
Finito!
alrighty, so the next chapter will be with Lily. Haven't heard from her in so long that it's sad.
R&R
(Oh, and btw, can any one tell me what day I'm on because I have no idea! seriously, i started this story but I don't know what day I started. Tuesday? Monday? Help plz!)
