I ought to be a werewolf for Halloween.

Sirius will see the humour in that.

James would too, wherever he is.

ooc: I'm back. xD

Remus was fiddling with the Grindylow tank, adding in some more frogspawn and adjusting the levels of the water that the Grindylow so obstinately floated in. He turned to his desk for a second as he dried his hands, intending to start planning for the next Tuesday's class lessons, but someone knocked on his door and he looked back ( Read more... )

It feels like the problem is solved. That comforts me slightly. Mr. Althiel was a good student when I had him previously, and from what Tonks says about him, he's still a good student.

...All the same, I feel guilty for having to admit that I'm rather pleased the plan is for him to use my lesson plans.

I don't understand.

Nothing happened, and it seems a full-scale inquiry could be made on this.

I thought everything was going fairly well, though I suppose... I suppose somebody mustn't like this.

Remus probably struck a rather different tone than his predecessor Snape for the older students. Since they had had him before, he honestly hoped they would still be willing to learn from him, and had filled the DADA classroom with books, diagrams of various magical creatures and spellcasting techniques, and his trusty Grindylow tank, which now ( Read more... )

"Good morning. I am Professor Lupin, and I daresay I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, unless there is someone else I don't know about," Remus stated, smiling at the class in front of him. "I thought today, being your first class with me, we might do something a little entertaining."

He paused, and withdrew his wand from inside his ( Read more... )

"Hello. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. As you are aware, my name is Professor Lupin."

The fourth-year class had been the hardest to come up with a starter lesson, and it had only been until he saw a fourth-year earlier in the day holding a clipping of the Daily Prophet, presumably sent from home as a reminder.

"I'm sure you've all heard ( Read more... )

He had neatened his desk, carefully stowed away the Boggart for the third-years, and was now smiling at the nervous-looking second-years, his first class of the year. "Good morning and welcome to your second year of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Remus said, standing and moving to the board where he waved his wand and his first lesson appeared on ( Read more... )

Remus was stationed at the desk he had in his old classroom as he waited for the first-years to trickle in, fully aware that they were probably still getting lost around the castle. He smiled a little at the thought. When he had been a first-year, it had seemed like Hogwarts was a dream, and it had been - not to mention an incredible opportunity he ( Read more... )

Apparating to Hogsmeade, Remus decided, was decidedly not a good idea given the circumstances. He'd rather not arrive minus all his belongings, and if the Boggart inside the extra suitcase he had brought decided to cause any more trouble than it already was, an attempt at Apparition was a bad idea ( Read more... )