Wheel 5 was so dystopian feeling, that Remus couldn't remember ever seeing anyone that he hadn't invited along there during his transformations. So, when someone spoke to him, he looked up from the book with wide eyes of surprise and set it aside.
"Hello..." he started, much more calmly than he felt. His heart was racing, his mouth instantly dry with the anxiety. Oh God. No. He couldn't be here. At least he was keeping his distance.
"Erm..." he frowned. He had thought it was Steven from the magic class, but the accent wasn't right. "Miguel?" he asked, but it didn't feel right either. He wasn't holding himself like Miguel, and he would just call him Remus, wouldn't he?
"Does it have to be right now? It's... I'm sorry, it's really not a very good time for me."