September 9th, 1993Remus was running late for the third year Defence lesson. He shut the wardrobe
tightly, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he made his way to the classroom.
He had planned on jumping right into red caps and hinkypunks, but word reached him
that a boggart had been captured in the castle. His eyes had widened, and memories of a
lesson with Professor Prewett came into his mind. He could not believe how lucky he was
for this to drop straight into his lap.
Postponing his original lesson plan, Remus effectively had the boggart relocated to
a wardrobe in an empty staff room and locked it up tightly before rushing down the
corridor to his awaiting class. He smiled as he entered the classroom, dropping his old
briefcase on the desk before turning and seeing all of his students sitting there with open
books and quills at the ready.
"Good afternoon. Everyone put your books away. Today's will be a practical lesson.
You will need only your wands."
He noted that some of the students—Harry and Ron specifically—looked relieved
to not need their books or quills, while others—Hermione, for instance—appeared mildly
put out. He grinned at the sight, making his way back down the aisle toward the door.
"Right then. Everyone, follow me."
He led his class toward the empty staff room where he had secured the boggart,
stopping only briefly to send a message of warning to Peeves, who had decided to stop and
taunt him a little bit. Walking into the room, he spotted Snape, who looked annoyed to
have been interrupted. The surly Slytherin made his way toward the door to leave, stopping
to look back and narrow his eyes at one particular student.
"Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom.
I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is
hissing instructions in his ear."
Remus raised his eyebrows and looked at his class. Harry was glaring at Snape, and
Neville was scarlet in the face, which told him that this certainly was not the first time that
the Potions Master had called out the boy in front of a crowd.