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Remus Lupin sat at his desk writing down exactly what Professor Slughorn was talking about. This is the way he did his notes; he had a talent for being able to write quickly, so he wrote down everything, and then expanded on it later. He was scribbling away almost robotically, occasionally looking up to make sure he wasn't missing anything important. Professor Slughorn tended to speak in a monotone when he taught, which made it more difficult. Remus really wanted to sleep. He glanced sideways at one of his best friends, Peter Pettigrew. Peter was fast asleep, a trail of drool running down his chin and his left cheek pressed against his parchm

5th August, 1995; Hermione looked down at the note that had flown into her lap. She glanced quickly at Fred, who was smiling at her. She felt a pleasant tingle in her stomach as her eyes met his, and she slowly started opening the note. It felt as though her heart had stopped momentarily as her eyes scanned the words written in that messy handwriting that she knew so well. 'Hermione. I sometimes wonder if I'm the reason you smile. I know you're the reason I smile, and you're the reason I joke around and laugh. You're like a light guiding me through the darkness of these times, and sometimes, all I can see is you, and I know it's all going to