The whole school knew about the new arrival by lunch the next day. It didn't surprise Remus in the slightest, it's not everyday you get someone like Black coming to the school. Black hadn't been back to his room last night, and Remus couldn't fathom where he'd gone.
Remus walked into the large dining hall and automatically went to sit with his friends. The two boys waved in greeting as he sat down.
"Peter. James." Remus nodded at the respective boys and helped himself to the food laid out on the table.
"So, how's the new roommate?" asked Peter, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"An absolute pain. He swears, and is violent, and helps himself to other people's beds." Remus scowled jokingly, "Honestly, teenagers these days." The boys laughed as Remus smoothed out the creases on his Oxford shirt.
"He's alright," James commented as he watched Black walk through the hall doors. "I spoke to him yesterday before dinner - he sold me a few packs of fags." He smirked wickedly before pulling five packs of cigarettes from his satchel. "I'm set for the next month." Remus glared disapprovingly at them.
"I thought you were trying to quit?"
"Exactly, 'trying'. There's only so much 'trying' one man can take!" Remus was hardly paying attention. He followed Black's figure with his eyes, sighed, and turned back to his smirked again and nudged Peter. "So, how long do you think it'll take Remus to get off with Black?" The boys snickered whilst Remus objected. "Oh come off it, Remus. Anyone with half a brain can see that you're mooning over him!" Remus sighed again, knowing that he couldn't keep anything from his friends.
"It's hardly like he notices me," he mumbled into his sandwich. "Doesn't even like me."
"How do you know that? You've only just met him!" Peter quipped. "I know it's hard, but why don't you try and get onto his level?" Remus' head snapped up at these words. "He's probably just intimidated! I heard the headmaster gave him a place here for free, because he's really smart but his family's too poor to afford the tuition."
"That's the best idea you've ever had, Peter!" Remus jumped from his seat and started striding towards the exit.
"Remus? Where are you going?" James shouted. "We've got English!"
"I'm on an A," Remus shouted back as he reached the doors, "I think I can afford to skip one lesson."
A pair of grey eyes watched from the corner. It seemed his new roommate was skipping class. This actually surprised Black, he'd presumed the kid was a good, little rich boy. Apparently not. This one's full of surprises, Black thought. Not that I care.
Black's feelings towards this 'Remus Lupin' boy were mixed. On one hand, Lupin was annoyingly polite and conforming- not really understanding that it was places like this bloody school that were brainwashing his and everyone else's minds. Then, on the other hand, he seemed the type to fight for what he believed in (a quality Black found particularly appealing), and he had the face of a fucking angel.
Black tried banging his head on the table in front of him, but it didn't help with getting the images of Lupin's honey-coloured eyes, and light brown hair, and soft, pink lips out of his mind. Soft, pink lips which would look damn perfect wrapped around the head of his...
"Fuck." Black groaned and hit his head off of the table a few more times for good measure. Students sitting around him eyed him wearily as Black stood abruptly and left the hall.