To be quite honest, Remus was relieved that his father had stopped chauffeuring him to school after his third year. It didn’t even bother him in the least bit that most of the students still arrived at the Platform with their parents, because he enjoyed the solitude. If nothing else, this gave him time to hide the badge in his pocket, safely tucked away out of sight.
He had been named a Prefect this year. Him! All the times he had defended Professor Dumbledore’s sanity fell to naught. At first he’d suspected there had been some mistake, but a brief correspondence with the Headmaster that summer confirmed his growing dread. What if his friends thought him too boring and studious to be around anymore? Suddenly, he was recalling every particular remark they had made to the Prefects from last year – what on Earth would they say to him when they found out one of their own had joined the ranks? He felt decidedly ill at the possibilities.
"– Oh, pardon!" Remus jerked away quickly from the person he’d just run into, mortified.