Remus was lost in his own world. Thinking about a life not so ailed with lycanthropy. He was staring at the scroll intently, not actually looking at it. If this works, things will get easier. Right? Maybe he can get a normal job. And equal rights. And he'll never have to report to that horrible Creature Camp. The mere thought of it made him shiver, snapping him out of his reverie.

He blinked twice and put his hand down, no longer playing with his hair. His eyes glanced over at Snape. He just noticed he was being started at. "Everything alright there, mate?" Remus asked, his hair suddenly pushing the bangs behind his hair. It was a nervous habit he sometimes had.