Remus struggled to focus on anything at all as he walked down the corridor, Peter following cautiously at his side. He felt his worry growing as they edged ever closer to room 13, from which point on, he would be left alone. Remus heard Peter exhale in relief as he realised he'd found his class, Remus looked back at him as he walked further into the depths of the corridor, there was a small hopeful smile on Peters face, as though he was wishing Remus luck, knowing that he would most defiantly need it. 

Remus continued to walk past each door displaying a number no where near what he was looking for. At room 30, Remus was met with a decision to make, turn right and hope for the best, or go left towards the doors that seemed to go on forever. While trying to make this decision, Remus could faintly hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, he made the decision to head in whichever direction said person was going. It was unlike Remus to make such a decision but he realised that he felt so out of his comfort zone without the security of his friends close to him that he felt lost.   

As the footsteps drew closer Remus took his bag from his shoulder and bent down on one knee, hoping to look as though he was occupied and not just lost. whoever was following behind had a slow stride, almost a strut from what Remus could hear. He made a point to put his head right down as the footsteps could be no more than a few feet from him, but whoever the heavy footfalls belonged to clearly had an interest in the boy clamouring through his bag in the middle of the corridor, as they had now made their way over to Remus.

Although Remus knew they were there, he still jumped when he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder.

"Lost are we?" A stupidly familiar voice spoke up, amusement evident in the tone.

Remus sighed as he lifted himself slowly, turning to face Sirius looking both displeased and grateful to see him. "No, thank you, I am simply re-evaluating my route." He said as a few younger pupils took the path to the left. 

"C'mon you idiot, I know where you've got to go." Sirius replied, chuckling to himself. Remus picked up his bag and was about to follow after Sirius when he had a thought.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to be in class? Where's James?" He asked, partly sceptical, partly worried. 

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Moony." Sirius answered, ruffling Remus' hair in a childlike manor. "James and I found our classes straight away and passed your's on the way. Plus I was sick of the flirting already, so I thought I'd come find you." He finished with a smile, making a face when he recalled being flirted with. 

Remus just nodded, giving up on trying to argue. They walked down the right hand corridor past a few unmarked doors before Sirius spoke up again. 

"Do you know something, Remus?" He asked. Remus was instantly intrigued in what he was about to proclaim so looked up questioningly at Sirius. "The path to gay heaven is blocked by a barricade of straight girls with nasty intentions, don't even look twice at them." He said seriously. Remus couldn't help but laugh at the things that Sirius found  worth saying, it never failed to amuse him.

As they reached room 38 a painstakingly shrill bell rang through the school, making Remus wince and dread having to hear that multiple times a day. Pupils began making their way towards classes from either side of the corridor and Sirius seemingly realised that he'd have to move fast to make it to class before the teacher. He reached to grab Remus' face with both hands before planting a quick but intimate kiss on Remus' unsuspecting lips, then jogged off down the hall, leaving Remus flustered to say the least. 

As Remus walked the last few steps to room 42 he selfishly hoped that no one saw what just happened, he knew this whole experience would be bad enough without homophobes on his back, so to speak. The teacher was just opening the door as Remus made his way over. She had long blonde hair, tied up in a bun with a rag of tartan cloth. Her face was kind, but drawn, a look that most teachers seemed to be supporting today. Her eyes were blue and her smile reflected perfectly in them. Her smile widened further when she caught sight of Remus making his way forward. 

"Are you my new pupil? Oh how exciting." She chirped enthusiastically, her smile faulting slightly as her eyes flickered over each of Remus' scars. Remus could almost see her inner conflict as she was determined not to automatically stereotype. He gave her a small smile, trying to prove that he wasn't a savage, bloodthirsty adolescent all of the time. 

Following her into the class, Remus felt a surge of nostalgic memory, remembering the little time he spent in school as a child. The classroom was similar to that of his memory, minus the brightly coloured posters and number lines hung about the room. Five tables were placed strategically so that each person sat in each seat would be able to see the blackboard situated at the front of the room.

Remus could feel the eyes of each pupil on him and put his head down to avoid any awkward eye contact, letting his hair fall into his face. The teacher was now stood with her hands on her hips, looking around the room for the perfect place to seat Remus.

"Go and sit by...James. James, put your hand up." She spoke cheerfully but the class clearly didn't reflect her levels of glee. Remus couldn't help but laugh under his breath at the fact that the James who was about to, no doubt reluctantly, raise his hand was not the one that Remus wanted to see at all.     

James was sat towards the back of the class, around a table with two other people. He was well built and clearly took care of his appearance, his shirt was done up to the last two buttons where his tie hung loosely which seemed to be the fashion at this school. His dirty blonde hair was parted and deliberately windswept and there was not a spot on his face. Everything about him simply screamed 'I think I'm perfect'. 

James made a disgruntled face as Remus made his way over to the table, this left no question in his mind that the safest seat to take would be as far away from James as possible. Acting on this, Remus sat down and immediately turned to face the front of the class so that his back was to James, though he wasn't sure if this was a sensible idea. 

"Right, well then. Welcome back, I trust you all had a good Easter." The teacher began. "I'm going to take the register then we can get on with it." she said airily, she seemed to reverberate even the slightest positivity ten fold. 

The teacher began calling out names, receiving choruses of 'here' from different points in the room. Remus learned that the three other people on his table's names were 'James Aaron', 'Elinor-prefers Ellie-Thomas' and 'George Ball'. Though he supposed he didn't really care. When the teacher called out Remus' name she made a point to comment on its uniqueness and meaning, which, Remus knew, would especially tickle Sirius had he been there. 

Once the register had been taken, Elinor-Ellie was the next to speak up. Raising her hand she spoke with confidence, "Miss Carter, doesn't Remy kid need a form planner?" Her  voice was sickly sweet and childlike. Miss Carter looked up as though realising something for the first time. 

"Oh yes, of course, thank you Ellie, dear. I'll be right back" And with that, she had left the room. Conversations began again, Remus heard his name in rushed whispers from every side of the room, but most conversations quickly reverted back to other topics, which Remus was entirely pleased about.

That was until Ellie had moved to sit on George's lap and James had leant over the table anticipating a hushed conversation. "So what's the deal with Scar-face then?" He just about heard Ellie question. Any other person sat in Remus' position would not have even heard the faintest of whispers from across the table, it was a blessing and a curse on his behalf.

"Ellie!" George scolded her before kissing her lightly, it almost seemed as though he was sticking up for Remus. Remus could see Ellie rest her head in George's thick mop of black hair before proceeding to pout at her telling-off. She quickly moved back to her own seat as Miss Carter returned holding a booklet in her hand.

The booklet was placed in front of Remus with the instruction to complete the details on the first page. As he filled in the boxes asking his name, date of birth, hobbies and interests among other things, the rest of the class volunteered stories from their Easter and discussed Jesus, two things Remus didn't feel at all inclined to contribute in. That was how the rest of the lesson played out until the shrill bell rang once again. Remus had never been so glad to walk out of a classroom in all his life.