_hermaeth.

         _{`     if   i   could    inquire …   i-is   professor    lupin     alright ?  `    lingering    toward    the    front    of    the    classroom   is    hermione    granger    as    her    classmates    approach    the    exit.   with twindling    thumbs,   voluminous    curls,    and    beseeching    eyes    does    she    approach    the  dreaded  substitute.  `  — i’m    just    worried    about    him,    that’s   all. `}

^{♡ *:･ﾟ  ────  @subtlesciences .}

IT TAKES A MOMENT OR TWO  _{before snape lifts his eyes from black ink etched notes & folds the piece of parchment in half in a sudden movement as he fixes a starless night hued stare on the girl.  quite meddlesome, that one.  this time, however, the potions master feels too inclined to satiate her curiosity, even if he knows that if any student is to pick up the subtle hints dropped in that class, it will be hermione.}

                _{‘ professor lupin is ’,  he begins, trying to ignore the itch in his throat.  how satisfying it would be to let out that little secret !  instead, he adds curtly :     ‘ quite indisposed at the moment, ms. granger.  i suggest you not to let your concern keep you from delivering your essay to my desk. ’}