Unwanted ;;Remus;;

[quinn]

”I don’t need a tutor. I don’t need a tutor,”

[/b] Scar assured herself as she made her way to the library. She was positive that this was some sort of mistake. It had to be, right? She was doing fine in all of her classes. Or at least she thought she was...she couldn’t remember what she had scored on her last essay in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but she was pretty sure that i t was an O, right? She bit down on her lip, confused by her own thoughts. She stopped in the middle of the corridor and reached into her bag, pulling out the piece of parchment that had been returned the day before during class. Right before the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor had informed her that he had assigned her a tutor. She slowly unrolled the parchment and looked for the red marking toward the bottom that would show her mark for the entire essay.

Dreadful.

She stared at it in disbelief. How was it even possible that she had failed?! She took a moment to reopen the essay and started reading through it. The first paragraph was uncommonly good, even for her standards. She would give herself that. Determined to figure out what had tanked her mark, she continued reading. Second paragraph was alright. That was for sure. She may have missed the fact that Trolls originate from Scandinavia, but that wasn’t a deal breaker was it? Perhaps she would have to talk to the professor. If the entire essay was this well thought out then there was no reason that she could have possibly failed like that.

She was folding up the parchment when it caught her eye. The word Quidditch was scribbled at least 12 times toward the end of the essay. She felt her stomach drop a little bit as she realized what had happened, ”Dammit!”[/b] She growled and crumpled the paper up into a tiny ball. She had gotten distracted again. She knew that she should have known better than to try and write her essay while she was reading the Daily Prophet about the match last week. She bit down on her lip and then threw the parchment back into her bag, not bothering to flatten it out. It was a waste of time...this entire tutoring session was a waste of time. She was not in need of tutoring.

With a grunt that resembled that of a troll, Scar continued her trek toward the library. She flung open the door and glared at the librarian, almost daring her to say anything. The short woman looked up from her book and gave Scar a frown to which she stuck out her tongue. She wasn’t going to even apologize. That would show them, she thought as she pushed her way to the back of the library, flinging a few books onto the ground as she walked back toward the back.

Suddenly, she felt very bad about causing the disturbance. She wasn’t cut out for this hard-core Slytherin attitude. She backtracked to the desk the librarian sat at and blushed profusely as she spoke, ”I’m sorry...”[/b] She muttered quietly, completely and utterly embarrassed, ”I just-”[/b] She picked up some of the books that she had flung and placed them on the desk, ”I’m sure you know-”[/b] She was sure to straighten them out as she did so, making certain that they were in a perfect line, bindings all going the same way, ”Today hasn’t been-”[/b] She was stumbling to come up with a good excuse, but unfortunately it didn’t seem as if she had anything, ”You know how it is.”[/b] She settled for and cast a pathetic looking smile at the woman. The librarian patted her hand in sympathy and Scar walked away feeling a little bit better about the whole situation.

She thought briefly that if she sat in the back, no one would notice her and perhaps her tutor would just pass over her as another student. She hoped that was true. She didn’t want to have to deal with a stuck-up student who thought that they knew it all. She settled back in her chair, pulling out a rather complex looking book on the theories of Arithmancy.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[remuslupin]

Remus stood in the doorway of the Library for a long moment, considering the various students scattered around and trying to psyche himself up for the undoubtedly challenging ordeal to come. Not only had he been assigned to tutor a Slytherin - he personally had no problem with that, it was just that whenever it was a member of the Serpent's House that was on the other side of the table they tended to have a great many problems with his suitability as tutor - but she was, by all accounts not quite famed for her long-term attention span.

Just think of the bonus marks on next year's Defence essays, Remus told himself. Concentrate on that and then let her throw the worst she's got at me and I'll still manage to hammer at least something worthwhile into her brain. Letting out a sound that was some mix of sigh and irritated huff, Remus searched the Library for a trace of the student he was meant to be tutoring.

It was only when his gaze reached the back of the desks that he spotted Scar huddled in the back corner. Remus chuckled softly at her attempt at hiding, heading over to her table as he assessed the scowl on her face and the glare she was levelling at the book in her hands. Stopping next to her table, he pulled out a chair and sat down, smiling at her across the table. "Scar? It is Scar, right? - no preferred nicknames or anything?"

Remus gave a friendly wave and offered her his hand, hoping to dispel her aura of hostility with a little dose of manners.. "Remus Lupin. Professor Dawlish assignmed as your tutor."

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Scar was quite aware that someone was sitting down at her table, but she was in the middle of a very interesting sentence about Pascal’s theories in Advanced Arithmancy, something that she was not about to give up. Before they could begin speaking, she held up one finger to silence the person that had joined her, not even bothering to look up to see who it was. But it appeared that whoever it was, wasn’t going to respect her wishes. Ah - what a wonderful way to being an already unwanted tutoring session, she thought with a slight annoyance.

With a roll of her eyes, she lifted her head so that she could meet the gaze of the person that had sat down, ”Scar is the nickname and - “

[/b] She paused for a moment, trying to place his face. She knew that she had seen him before. He was in her year. And he was also the one that would constantly raise his hand before she finished answering a question; anticipating that just because it took her a little longer to clear her head to find the answer that she was incapable of figuring things out herself. Oh yes, he was definitely that bloke. Not that she blamed him - practically all of Hogwarts thought her head was full of nothing but hot air and Quidditch. Her eyes returned to meet his; she couldn't quite remember his name. Reagan? Rodger? Reggie? Reggie didn’t seem quite right for a baby-face like that. She bit down on the side of her lip, confused for a moment.

Remus Lupin. Now that was it.

‘Professor Dawlish assigned me as your tutor.’

Bloody hell, She thought to herself as she stared at him. Of course she got someone who already thought she was an idiot. Probably thought she had the intelligence of a deranged squirrel. He was already being overly friendly with her, something she saw as compensation for what he was going to put her through this afternoon - try and put her through studying hell. Load on the books and the lectures and have a grand old afternoon...well, not if she could help it. She smiled slightly sarcastically, curious to see how this entire tutoring session would play out. She so obviously didn’t want him here, she didn’t want a tutor; she didn’t need a tutor. As he extended his arm, she stared at it, unsure of what to do. Normally she wouldn’t be so hostile...but seeing as this was completely unnecessary, she was now taking it out on Remus, too.

Perhaps she would just play dumb. Maybe he would go away then, ”Oh please,"[/b] She said, sarcasm thick in her voice, "Are you sure you’ve got the right person?”[/b] She asked, cocking her head slightly to the side. Her eyes slipped away to the book that was in front of her and she turned it upside-down with a laugh. She never could resist something that would make her giggle. She pretended to be reading as she looked up at him from behind the binding, ”I certainly don’t need a tutor.”[/b] The hostility had been mostly dispersed and Scar was feeling slightly better about the entire situation now that she was laughing.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[remuslupin]

At Scar's initial hostility, Remus let out an internal sigh and braced himself for a difficult afternoon. Not only did he not want to let Professor Dawlish down, but Remus had made it a point of pride that he never gave up on a student - he'd tutored more of his fellow students than he could remember and every one of them had seen some improvement at least.

But they had all wanted to learn and were willing to work with him, and based on her expression of annoyance and her curt and sarcastic tone he didn't think that Scar did. Frowning slightly, Remus resisted the urge to rub his temples, already feeling a psychosomatic headache begin to form. "I know you're Scar Blackwood and I'm fairly sure I'm still Remus Lupin so yes, I'm fairly sure I have."

But the hostility and tension in the air seemed to shift slightly as she giggled and the tone of their meeting seemed to lighten slightly. Hiding a chuckle at the sight Scar made with the upside-down book - largely because he was worried she might misinterpret it - Remus smiled and nodded, "I'm sure you don't. I'm not here to spy on you for Professor Dawlish - all I want is to make sure you're able to do your best."

Remus shrugged, looking down at his hands. "If you don't need any help then I'll just sit here doing my own work and you can think of me as unwanted company. If you need something explained or you want something looked over, then we can do that." Remus sighed softly and looked at Scar directly. "I know you don't want to be here and you don't particularly want to be dealing with me, so let's just try and make this less painful all round, okay?"

Folding his hands and resting his chin on them, Remus watched Scar across the table, watching and waiting for a response to his peace offering.

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