The only sound is the both comforting and familiar sound of the shuffle of pages as air weaves against the volumes. Madam Pince barely pays him any mind; rare are the days when Remus doesn’t show up for study, and sometimes, only sometimes, he thinks he sees her smile at him as a sign of recognition.

Frowning, he bends down to look more closely at his Arithmancy calculations. The sound of someone joining him deepens his frown, and Remus sees her silently occupy the seat next to his.

Her pinky tapping his is her greeting, and he hastily looks away.