The heart of the matter was that this was a place of home, of comfort. It always had been. But even in this time, in this place, there were things yet to be done. Yet to be told. This place, held stories of every capacity. A capacity of learning, of hope was to be found here. There was a time and a place for everything, even the studies that one had desired to attain. Here, of course, as she walked into the library, she wondered what mysteries she would uncover. In Hogwarts, there were tons to be found.

Row after row seeing books on both light magic, the history, of it all, it still astounded her. She'd come to get a bit of light reading in. Plus it was a good escape when her mind was cluttered given the turmoil she'd been facing lately. Year after year it seemed all the same. The comforts of friendship and bravery. She sought the comfort that knowledge here in these walls held most dear. There were individuals here, some things were as they should be. Some, however were not. It had not taken long until she noticed a familiar soul sitting at one of the tables. One she recognized, in more than one way. He, like her was a Prefect, but he was also Potter's little friend. Albeit she had nothing bad to say about him. He was kind, when his little friends, were difficult.

Out of all the boys, she actually could respect Remus most of all. She believed in him. They worked well together. She had to catch up on some homework which was another reason why she was in here. There were certain classes she enjoyed, and well, the only one that stuck out as you never knew what to expect was the Defense Against the Dark Arts. She couldn't help but notice the book that Remus had in his hands as she had approached the table. "Hey Remus. Studying up on Dementors?" She couldn't help but ask. She sat down at the table, if he wanted her to leave, all he had to do was ask. She wouldn't stay where she wasn't wanted. 

Remus J. Lupin

Of course, she wasn't planning on scaring anyone. He seemed to be so absorbed. She had chosen to stop at his table, as he was the only one she recognized in the vicinity aside from Madam Pince. "Sorry, Remus, didn't mean to startle you." A soft chuckle escaped her lips. Remus was the one she actually liked. Tolerated even. He was a good guy, and always knew how to make her smile.  She'd rather spend time with him than she would have Potter. But that was besides the point. She enjoyed Remus' company.  She looked towards Remus, understanding the charm in which he was speaking about.

"Well, the spell isn't that difficult. Though I wouldn't put it past the professor  to set up some sort of project either. Though if I recall, a dementor unlike the boggart needs a happy memory to make the spell work. "Expecto Patronum." I think that's the spell anyway. Personally speaking I think the dementor is a bit more freaky than the boggart. At least with the boggart you can finish it off with laughter. From what I understand, fighting off the dementors, a real one, not a boggart of a dementor is tricky. That's kind of advanced magic." She didn't like the idea of dementors given the fact from what she read, they fed on fear.  She immediately took a seat next to him. "I won't tell if you won't." She chuckled, taking a piece of the Hershy Kiss.

She nodded. "I've never tried to use the spell. Or at least practiced it. Surely you have a good memory you can use. You know like the first time you met the guys? When you became a Prefect? I know for me, it's when I first conjured a flower in my hand. I was nine. Didn't have a clue as to what it all meant. 'Course that memory wasn't strong enough. At least that's what Professor McKay said when I asked about it." She shook her head. She hated the idea of not having something that worked quite the way that it was intended. 

Remus J. Lupin

The only piece of information she had was knowing that Defense against the Dark Magic was tricky. Especially certain spells. Although, honestly she liked the challenge to it. It brought out a side of her that many didn't see. Not necessarily being competitive but it made her work harder when things were a challenge. She did what she could to try to do the best she could in every course. This one was no exception. At fifteen, things were certainly changing. Secrets were both made and exposed. She smiled at Remus. He was a good guy even if he couldn't see it for himself. She could see him as a friend. Even though out of his friends, him and Sirius were perhaps the two she could tolerate, at least more easily than she could Potter and Pettigrew.

"I understand. I mean, not entirely but you have to do what is right for yourself. I understand you know wanting to do what is right for your friends. For our house but even you know that there are rules for a reason. I had to explain, when I got promoted to being a Prefect what that meant to my parents. They're muggles and don't quite understand our ways. But they've always been supportive. And anyone that hates you for following the rules? Well they're not much of a friend, are they?" It was the honest truth. She nodded. "I didn't exactly have the easiest first ride on the train either. I was sitting next to Severus and we were conversing among ourselves when your little buddies, Potter and Black, popped into the compartment. Didn't exactly leave a good impression on either of us."

She shook her head as she looked right towards Remus. "Happiness isn't hard to find. You just have to know where to look. Even in the darkest of times, so to speak. And I've always found that it's okay to be whom you are, whether others accept it or don't. Being different simply makes you special. Point is there are certain things--certain individuals that make more of an impact on you than even you know at the time. I mean look at you now, you may have run away from your friends but they never gave up. They say, to create a Patronus, it's a more complex spell. It's not just the you know happy memory, although that helps. It's quite difficult to produce. It's not something that--as the professor says, happens over-night. That you have to work at it. Which explains why you're here studying right? I guess that's what I'm here for. I want to at least attempt it. In case I ever run into a Dementor, unlike the Boggart we have been dealing with in class. I don't have a happiest memory either. Magic, has been both a curse and a gift at the same time. You could use how Dora makes you feel. The happiness there? For me, it's--this whole experience. There's good and the bad." She hoped that it made a bit of sense. She could ramble when it came to working on studies. She liked a challenge and the Patronus was a challenge. She hadn't mastered one yet, though she had the hope that she someday would. "But aside from school-work? How've you been?" She asked in all honesty. They were prefects together and so she trusted him a bit more than she had his little clique--of friends. 

Remus J. Lupin