The Day Remus Lupin Finally Got Bored
Remus Lupin was bored. He was very, very bored. He was so bored, that even he didn't know what to do, anymore.
He was sitting on the floor of his office, his chipped mug in one hand, his small log in the other, and he just *didn't know what to do*.
Just then, he heard some noise outside his office. Lupin could distinguish two voices. The first was clearly Snape's; he sounded annoyed. The second was a boy's voice. Lupin listened carefully.
Suddenly, someone opened the door to his office. Lupin was so taken by surprise that he fell over, and had to rummage around until he was presentable again.
There, before him, stood the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter himself, looking down on him through those large glasses of his.
'Hello Professor,' Harry said. 'Professor Snape said you were here, playing with a chipped mug and a log. Is that true?'
'Well,' said Lupin, scratching his head, 'I *am* here, but I'm not playing anymore.'
Harry's face fell. 'That's a pity. I just wanted to ask if I could join.'
'Really?' Lupin asked, brightening up. 'Do you have any inspiration?'
'Actually, yeah,' said Harry, now flopping down on the floor opposite Lupin. 'Can I be the log?'
'Sure, sure,' said Lupin, handing him the log. 'So, what's your idea?'
'Well, I thought, I could be a Chaser and you could be a Keeper,' opted Harry.
'Ooooh, that's really nice! Miniature Quidditch!' squealed Lupin.
And that was how they spent the rest of the afternoon, until Professors McGonagall and Sinistra dragged them down for dinner.
Remus Lupin was bored. He was very, very bored. He was so bored, that even he didn't know what to do, anymore.
He was sitting on the floor of his office, his chipped mug in one hand, his small log in the other, and he just *didn't know what to do*.
Just then, he heard some noise outside his office. Lupin could distinguish two voices. The first was clearly Snape's; he sounded annoyed. The second was a boy's voice. Lupin listened carefully.
Suddenly, someone opened the door to his office. Lupin was so taken by surprise that he fell over, and had to rummage around until he was presentable again.
There, before him, stood the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter himself, looking down on him through those large glasses of his.
'Hello Professor,' Harry said. 'Professor Snape said you were here, playing with a chipped mug and a log. Is that true?'
'Well,' said Lupin, scratching his head, 'I *am* here, but I'm not playing anymore.'
Harry's face fell. 'That's a pity. I just wanted to ask if I could join.'
'Really?' Lupin asked, brightening up. 'Do you have any inspiration?'
'Actually, yeah,' said Harry, now flopping down on the floor opposite Lupin. 'Can I be the log?'
'Sure, sure,' said Lupin, handing him the log. 'So, what's your idea?'
'Well, I thought, I could be a Chaser and you could be a Keeper,' opted Harry.
'Ooooh, that's really nice! Miniature Quidditch!' squealed Lupin.
And that was how they spent the rest of the afternoon, until Professors McGonagall and Sinistra dragged them down for dinner.
