walking the line between honor student and reckless teenage boy took pure talent . remy liked to remain humble , but even he couldn’t deny how professionally he dominated that line . he danced on it , really . he made that line his bitch . that was how remus lupin , brilliant student and experienced liar , found himself in the middle of one of the first parties of the year . he wore a carefree smile despite the tension in his neck , and he spoke to friends with a practiced ease that took far more energy than he had to offer . his expression said ‘ yay , my favorite way to spend a saturday night ’ , but his true feelings remained ‘ my feet hurt , i’m tired , i’d rather be reading , and i don’t actually like half of these people ’ . “ i’m sorry , ” he replied with a laugh , subtly cupping his right ear before leaning in , “ what was that ? ”