InsaneJournal

It was completely normal for Remus to be found in the library at odd hours of the evening.  Normally it was because he started reading and simply couldn't stop. Tonight was a completely different story. Slughorn had dumped a rather significant amount of homework in his lap, including the fact he was trying to nail down Felix Felicis as a small challenge and something he wanted to surprise the others with. On top of that there was Transfiguration and Charms, meaning Remus had been bent over the desk writing, taking notes and working on essays since just after dinner.

Another perk of being a prefect was no one really bothered him if he wandered into the restricted section without a note from a teacher. After all he was Remus Lupin, trust-worthy, responsible and mature one who the staff could depend on. Not that he didn't feel mildly bad, but no one would be the wiser. Beside, he was too smart to get caught.

He closed the Charms book with a soft thud and stretched, his back popping a few times as he cranked his neck from side to side. It was dark outside the window as he rolled up his parchment and flicked through the pages of the Advanced Potions book. It was his biggest weakness when it came to academics, for some reason he couldn't explain. He blamed it on a mental block.

The library was nearly silent, other than some whispers here and there and the scratching of quills on paper. He looked around for a moment, wondering if anyone was down here so late. He knew his mates were probably up in the Common Room or wandering the halls, but there had to be another Gryffindor down here. He couldn't be the only one studying, could he?