"Do you know what I don't understand?" Hannah sighs, sitting crossed legged on her bed, looking out of the window with a wistful air about her.

What? I decide to humour her and go along with her third rant of the day.

"I don't get why all you short girls want to have guys who are, like, over six foot." She huffs. "I mean, I'm five foot eight, I need a tall guy. Why can't you go for someone my height, he's still going to be taller than you." Her lips purse up into an unhappy pout. "Its not like it's difficult to be taller than a midget like you."

I shake my head at her and roll my eyes, laughing internally about how true this is in numerous cases in books.

Including my life story which is unfolding before everyone's eyes right now.

I prefer to go for boys who I think have a good personality and a kind heart.

"Yeah yeah, that's what everyone says." She waves her hand and takes a bite off her liquorice wand. "But seriously. You're not going to go for a guy you don't find attractive."

I stick my tongue out at her, ending the conversation whilst trying to ignore the smug smile she has on her face. Knowing that she won the argument and I have nothing left to say on the subject.

I pull on a fresh pair of socks before wandering down to Professor Brockett's office, smiling at everyone as I go. Before I can even raise my fist to knock at her door, I hear her call out for me to come in.

"Ok then Imogen, I've got permission to look at your wand today." She says and motions for me to sit down, taking my wand from me and studying it carefully. "Now, how reliant would you say you are on writing with your wand?"

I take the pad of paper off the desk in front of me and start writing.

Not a lot, I'm just as comfortable with pen and paper as I am with the spell.

"Good, good." She mutters absentmindedly and continues to look up and down my wand.

She flicks it up in the air, recounting the last spell I performed with it and the words from earlier shine brightly above us. I blush as red as my siblings hair and wave my hands through the words, smiling sheepishly.

She just smiles knowingly and places the wand back in front of me on the desk.

"Let's talk about your relationship with boys then."

No. Please no. I barely like talking about boys with my friends, I'm not about to have a friendly gossip with my healer about my love life.

She must sense my discomfort and smiles even wider, showing perfectly white, perfectly straight, teeth.

"It's my job to push you out of your comfort zone and towards bigger, brighter things."

Oh Merlin no. I want to go back into my zone. It's called comfort for a reason. And mine is very comfortable, I don't want to be pushed out, especially not by someone who doesn't know me.

But instead of saying anything, I just sit there, waiting and praying for this all to be over as quickly as possible.

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Remus's POV

"Ok." I mutter to myself as the Hogwarts castle begins to slowly shrink behind me. "It'll be ok, you'll be able to talk to her without any distractions or anything. It'll be just fine."

The lady from Hogsmede looks at me strangely and smiles sarcastically before standing up and walking down to a different carriage. I curse myself for acting more abnormal than I really am and sigh loudly, running my hands through my tousled hair.

I wonder what everyone will think when they realise that I've just gone. I didn't tell anyone that I was going, apart from a hastily written letter to Dumbledore, there's nothing leading me to her.

To Imogen.

It's been a whole week without her at school, and it doesn't seem long but I've felt every passing second. I've become paranoid. Thinking that every time a door opens, it's her walking through. Or if I ever see a short blonde haired girl in the crowds, that it's her walking away.

I can't cope any more, I have to check that she's alright.

My knee jumps up and down anxiously as I lean back and try to relax into the ugly, grey, foam filled chairs on the train.

The journey seems to take forever and nothing I try to do takes my mind off of it. I keep my head down throughout the journey and try not to draw any attention to myself. It would be devastating to get this far only to be sent home by some nosy witch or wizard who thinks they know what's best for me.

I find it strange watching the muggle so go by their daily lives, so oblivious to everything that's happening around them right under their noses.

As I reach the steps leading up to st. Mungos, I feel an odd sense of dread wash over me. What if she doesn't want to see me. I feel a lump rise in my throat at the thought of it but push the thought away, wandering through the unassuming door into the marble filled room with hanging crystal lights. I reach the front desk and smile at the healer in front of me.

"Hello, I'm Remus Lupin, here to see Imogen Prewett."

"Follow the owl." The woman doesn't even look up but waves her hand and a brown and white owl flies up and slowly swoops around the room.

I look up and wander in the direction the owl is going in, up two flights of stairs, two lefts and a right, and them I'm in front of a desk and a very unpleasant looking lady.

"Um, I'm here to see Imogen Prewett?" It comes out as more of a question than a statement and she looks up with a harsh sneer curling the edges of her lips.

"It's not visiting hours. You're going to have to wait."

I nod and act like I'm about to walk away but instead make a dash for the doors and slip through before anyone can shout out at me. I wander up and down the corridor, scanning the names written on the doors and looking out for hers. I eventually find it and open the door, slipping in before anyone can ask what I'm doing.

I whip around to see two girls, the other names on the door, looking at each other in fear.

"Hi." I say cautiously as the two girls stare at me like I'm some alien species. "I was, uh, pointed to this room, um, do you know where is she?"

They look narrowly st me before finally speaking up "Imogen?" The dark haired girl says sadly. "Sorry, you're too late, she died last night."

My heart sinks deep down in my chest and I struggle to take a deep breath.

"Emily! Stop being such a bitch. She is not dead!" The blonde yells at her, throwing a shoe at her face.

"No, it's not but you should've seen your face, that was hilarious." Emily laughs loudly and throws the shoe back.

"You're sick." The girl spits at her roommate and turns to me. "She's not dead, she's perfectly healthy and at a therapy session. She should be back soon and then you can see her."

I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding in and hold onto the edge of the windowsill.

The blonde haired girl appears next to me and places a small chocolate bar into my hand. I look at it and frown in confusion, looking up at her kind and sad expression.

"Why?"

"Because you seem sad, and chocolate is happiness."

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Chocolate is definitely happiness for moi.

Btw, I don't know if I've ever said this, but all my chapters are unedited and such, so sorry if there are so many mistakes.

I hope Y'all enjoying the story, here is finally a chapter with Lupin after telling you it's going to happen for so long. They're going to meet again in the next chapter!!! I sometimes feel like this book is coming to an end but there's been no real climax, I'm just not sure what to do.

Ya know, sometimes I absolutely hate school, especially when I don't actually get a full 24 hours at home at the weekend.

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