March 27th, 1978Monday afternoon found Mia and Remus in the library going over Ancient Runes,
their eyes wild with determination as they continuously scanned through the stacks of
books piled up on their table. Mia's ink-stained fingers were beginning to cramp, and
anytime she cracked her knuckles, Remus would chuckle and take a short break to stretch
his long legs.
He glanced over at Mia's parchment, mentally taking note of her translations. A part
of him double-checked her work for her, while the other half of him noted the differences
in the way they broke down the text. He was not so smug that he assumed his way was the
only way and, since she was at the top of their class, he was going to take advantage of any
tips and tricks the little witch had.
"You're staring," Mia muttered.
"I'm looking," Remus corrected with a grin.
She smirked. "Prat."
"Witch." He chuckled and continued to watch as she scribbled out a correction on
the parchment, tapping her wand on the paper to erase the earlier mistake.
Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head and glanced out the window to the
side where, if he focused his eyes, he could see the tiny figures of James and Sirius flying
over the Quidditch pitch where they were practising for the upcoming game against
Slytherin. N.E.W.T.s or not, Padfoot and Prongs were not going to be satisfied with leaving
Hogwarts without a perfect record. Remus smirked at the thought of his friends and the
approaching game that would have both Houses positively riotous by the end of the year.
His gaze turned back to Mia, eager to see if she had finished the last translation on
the practice exam when his gaze caught something moving along her skin.
He tilted his head to the side and stared down at Mia's exposed forearm where—as
if an invisible hand were drawing on her with a purple quill—deep scar-like letters began
appearing.
Remus opened his mouth to speak purely out of curiosity, but he held his breath
when the letters began to spell out a word.
Mudblood.