The amount of homework he had was perhaps twice the quantity he’d received the previous year, and coupled with his prefect duties, Remus Lupin was beginning to feel sleep deprived. As a result, the young Gryffindor had done the unthinkable, and ditched his prefect duties for the night to doze off in the library.

Someone cleared their throat. Once, twice. Thrice.

Because it’d be improper to ignore the person any further, his eyes opened.

“Mister Lupin, sleeping here is hardly proper.”

Instead of answering to the youngest of Sirius’ cousins, he asked, “Your badge is surprisingly shiny. Almost blinding, really.”