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au_muses: Intro. {application}
"Wand at the ready," Remus instructed his students, watching carefully. "Remember the incantation. Ready?"
Moments like these, when he stood in front of the classroom and eager eyes were on him, Remus still couldn't believe that he was a professor at Hogwarts; that for fifteen years he had been able to do the one thing he had always wanted to do.
He could still remember the day Dumbledore had offered him the position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor a year after the war had ended. A year after two of his best friends had been killed, and Sirius had taken Harry in as his own child so he could raise him safely away from any danger that could have still been lurking about.
The only thing that had made him hesitate before agreeing on taking the job had been his condition. He was a werewolf, after all, and if parents suddenly discovered that their children were being taught by a dark creature... Merlin only knew what chaos that would cause. Werewolves shouldn't teach. Werewolves shouldn't be employed at all, many believed, but Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to get Remus to accept the offer. No one would know of his condition, he had been assured, and measures would be taken every month so that he could transform away from others just how he had done while he had been a student there.
Now he really couldn't be happier that he had agreed. He led a quiet life at the castle, always immersed in books and looking for only the best things to teach his students. If there was one thing others could be sure of was that he loved what he did, and he was very dedicated to it. Each month he would take a few days off from work, for the transformations and the recovery period afterwards, but his secret was still well kept and his job was secure, much to Severus' dislike.
As his lips tugged upwards, Remus unlocked the door to the cabinet where the boggart was being kept, and watched with pride as his third year students encountered it perfectly. New threats of Voldemort being back loomed, but for now, for his students, he couldn't let himself start thinking about them too much just yet. There would be more time for that later, perhaps during his nightly walks around the grounds of the castle or once he was back in his quarters while trying to read.
For now, he just let himself get lost in the moment.
"Riddikulus!"
Word Count: 425.
Moments like these, when he stood in front of the classroom and eager eyes were on him, Remus still couldn't believe that he was a professor at Hogwarts; that for fifteen years he had been able to do the one thing he had always wanted to do.
He could still remember the day Dumbledore had offered him the position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor a year after the war had ended. A year after two of his best friends had been killed, and Sirius had taken Harry in as his own child so he could raise him safely away from any danger that could have still been lurking about.
The only thing that had made him hesitate before agreeing on taking the job had been his condition. He was a werewolf, after all, and if parents suddenly discovered that their children were being taught by a dark creature... Merlin only knew what chaos that would cause. Werewolves shouldn't teach. Werewolves shouldn't be employed at all, many believed, but Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to get Remus to accept the offer. No one would know of his condition, he had been assured, and measures would be taken every month so that he could transform away from others just how he had done while he had been a student there.
Now he really couldn't be happier that he had agreed. He led a quiet life at the castle, always immersed in books and looking for only the best things to teach his students. If there was one thing others could be sure of was that he loved what he did, and he was very dedicated to it. Each month he would take a few days off from work, for the transformations and the recovery period afterwards, but his secret was still well kept and his job was secure, much to Severus' dislike.
As his lips tugged upwards, Remus unlocked the door to the cabinet where the boggart was being kept, and watched with pride as his third year students encountered it perfectly. New threats of Voldemort being back loomed, but for now, for his students, he couldn't let himself start thinking about them too much just yet. There would be more time for that later, perhaps during his nightly walks around the grounds of the castle or once he was back in his quarters while trying to read.
For now, he just let himself get lost in the moment.
"Riddikulus!"
Word Count: 425.