Summary: The two study a bit, until it reverts back into a mental contest of modesty.
"Ugh," Amelia said to herself. "I bet I royally failed that Potions final." Even in academics, Ravenclaws still had their lows to go with their fortes, and that just happened to be one of hers. She sighed and slung her bag over a chair in the Library, then took a seat next to it. "Maybe if I cram a bit before tomorrow to just make sure I know everything I need for Arithmancy..." her voice trailed off as she looked out the window.
Sitting a few tables to the left, Remus couldn't help but overhear what she said. He set his quill down on the book to mark his page, and got up to make his way over to her. "Hello, mind if I join you?" He wasn't certain how he was going to offer his help, so he settled with that.
Amelia looked up, startled a bit from her musings. "Oh, sure," she said with a smile when she recovered. She nodded to a chair beside her and slid the few leftover books on the table out of the way. "Fancy meeting you here, eh?"
"This has been my new home for the past two weeks, actually." He said as he relaxed in the chair next to her, peering curiously at her books. "What makes you think you failed potions?"
She blinked. "You heard that?" she asked, wondering how loud she'd actually spoken. Laughing nervously, she shifted a bit in her chair. "Well, I usually can feel it when I did well on an exam, and I'm not very adept in Potions anyway... I'm quite sure I mucked up the procedure to make an Invigoration Draught."
"Well," Remus began, giving her an encouraging smile, "It's not that bad, considering it's not OWLs nor NEWTs. But maybe we'll sit and see what part you missed in potions, in the summer or something. Now, Arithmancy? How's that going?" It struck Remus that if he'd been offered a job of a teacher when he graduates, he'd consider it heaven.
Amelia smiled genuinely. "That would be amazingly helpful," she said. "As for Arithmancy...same old, same old. It's one of my better subjects. I just want to make sure that I've got everything down before I have to be tested over it tomorrow."
"Want to do that together? I've got an Arithmancy exam coming up anyway."
"Sure," she said, and pulled out her book. "I didn't know you took Arithmancy." Besides her book, she also extracted from her bag her study notes, quill, and ink.
"I'm not a big fan of the subject, but I find it important enough." He nodded to himself, resting his elbow on the table.
"Well, right now our class is on Prenestine Lots, but I've worked a bit further ahead myself if you'd like to practice something on your exam," she offered.
"Whatever suits you. We're supposed to know the basics as well, so I don't mind." He said with a shrug, looking down at her notes.
"Well, then, what say you we start somewhere aroud the beginning?" she asked. "I find that the first learned is the easiest forgotten."
"Sounds good to me. I'll get my books." He left the table to go back to where his things were neatly stacked on his table, pulled his Arithmacy book and walked back to her.
"Alright... first question, an easy one... Who began the idea of arithmancy?" she asked.
"That would be the Chaldeans." He replied with confidence, smiling up at her.
Amelia nodded. "I expected you'd get that one, at least. Now it's my turn. Pick anything you want."
"Alright.. hmm," He flipped a few pages in his book before looking up at her, "Who would analyze the names of their opponents to predict the outcome of a contest?"
"The Greeks," she told him, matching his confidence. This questioning went on for a while, a sparring match of intelligence and memory, per se, until they had covered most of the first half of the book. "So," she said, closing her textbook and leaning back a bit in her chair. "You think you've done well on your testing so far?"
"I hope so. I think I've covered every aspect when I was studying, and I think I knew how to answer most questions.. I just hope I did alright." Remus smiled slightly at her before looking back at his book.
"I'm sure you did well," she said. "You seem to be quite the scholar." Smirking, Amelia thought of something. She glanced at him slyly. "Such a polite, gentlemanly scholar..."
Remus turned to look at her with a weird expression, "You're doing this on puporse, aren't you?"
"Doing what?" she asked, innocently, but couldn't keep a straight face. "Possibly. But I told you, you're nowhere near from off the hook."
"I honestly don't see the fun in that." But he had to smile, only a little.
"Well, that doesn't mean that I don't see the fun in it," she said. "Maybe it's such a complex sense of enjoyment that it just eludes your oh-so-simple mind," Amelia told him, playfully, her voice accentuating the last four words with a bit of sarcasm.
Remus laughed, shaking his head at her. "I'm sorry to say this, but you have some issues." Though he did like this girl.
Amelia shrugged a bit. "Well, no one would be anywhere without their fair share of issues, so I don't see that as a bad thing," she said, sharing in the laughter.
"True, you have a point there." Remus couldn't help but feel that his issues sometimes felt a lot more horrible than others'.
Smirking, she crossed her arms and observed him. "Of course I do," she said, mock-cockily.
He raised an eyebrow at her, mildly amused. "I'm a bit surprised that you do, to tell you the truth."
Her act did not drop, but switched this time to a fake hurt expression. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
Sadly enough, Remus couldn't recognize her behaviour as an 'act'. "I'm sorry- I was joking! I honestly didn't mean that!"
Amelia blinked, trying to assess what had just happened for a moment. When she understood, she had to muffle her laughter behind a hand, for fear it was loud enough to incur Madame Pince's wrath. "I wasn't being serious, Remus, calm down!" she said, reassuring. "I'm messing with you."
Remus stared at her, a sheepish expression on his face. "Wha? Oh, yes, I was missing with you too!" He attempted a fake laugh, mentally cursing himself.
Amelia raised an eyebrow. "I had you fooled, admit it," she said, slyly with a smirk. "Didn't I tell you that detecting fakeness in a person is one thing I'm good at? Nice try, but the laugh gives you away."
"Alright, I'm not very good with these things, I admit." He grinned slightly at her, running a hand through his hair. "But it's no reason to make fun of me."
"I'm not making fun of you," she said, pouting. "If I were making fun of you, you'd know it."
"Very well, I'll take your word for it."
"So, what's been going on with you lately? Excited for all the end-of-year festivities?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"You could say that, yes." He said with a small smile, and managed to even look a bit mischievous, which is quite rare. "Expecting many fun activities ahead."
"Are you up to something that I should be frightened of?" she asked, catching the glint in his eyes.
"Of course not! I said fun, not dangerous mindless things." Remus did manage to look innocent. He had the chance to practice that for years.
"Well, I suppose I'll take your word for it," she said, for once believing him. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and looked him over. "Well, I'm excited. I'm glad for the end of exams, the ball, summer, everything pretty much. I'm always in a good mood when school's about to end."
"Maybe because you know you can still come back. I bet your feelings would be a lot different next year."
"Probably so," she agreed. "But I think it's also exciting to be leaving for good, even though it's a bit bittersweet. I mean, you're starting a new chapter in your life."
Remus remained quiet for a bit, as if taking in her words, then gave a small nod. "Yes, once again, I suppose you have a point."
"And yet you're still surprised," she commented, but without the mock-hurt look this time.
"No, not really. You are a Ravenclaw, after all. Out reasonable fellows." Remus joked, sighing in a dramatic way.
"Quite true," she said, smirking. "Much more reasonable than the impulsive Gryffindors, that's for sure." Amelia winked at him, hoping he'd catch that time that she was joking.
He did catch on it that time, and grinned cheekily at her. "Oh but you can't deny we have our good qualities as well.."
"Well," she said, looking as if she were trying very hard to find something good about Gryffindors, "I know one of these impulsive Gryffindors is quite the compassionate fellow, with a good amount of concern for others and polite manner about him..." she paused and laughed. "You really lead yourself into these things, you know. Maybe that's what's funny about it."
Remus didn't blush as much this time, but he jokingly slid down into his chair. "Oh so you're blaming it on me now? I need to find a solution for this."
"Aww, and ruin my fun?" she asked. "I'll tell you the truth--I think it's fun when I can make guys blush. You're just too easy."
"You take pleasure in the starngest things, honestly." Remus shook his head at her, clicking his tougue once or twice. "But I don't see how it relates her because- well, I don't blush."
Amelia rose her eyebrows in disbelief. "How can you even say that!?" she exclaimed. "You just did, and the last time we met, you were as red as a tomato half the time!"
He shook his head stubbornly, determind not to blush or feel embaressed this time. "Nope."
She laughed. "I don't know where your delusions come from, but you definately blush. And you do it a lot," she said, matter-of-factly.
"Well forgive me if I don't believe you. Guys just don't blush."
"Aww, don't be ashamed of it," she said, thinking of something. "It's cute when you blush." She smirked inwardly. If that didn't get him, she didn't know what would.
Remus struggled to keep a normal face colour, and moved uneasily in his seat. "Oh- thanks, you too."
Amelia frowned. She had to go further than that, it seemed. "You've never seen me blush," she said. "But when you blush, it makes me happy because it's you and you're adorable all in yourself, even when you're not all red."
"Oh." Remus cleared his throat, mentally reminding himself that she was doing this on purpose. "I'm happy you seem to think so. Anyway, I think it would be best for me to go now, I've got to finish studying and all that."
"Trying to escape, eh?" she asked, amusedly. "Going to run away because you know you can't win? You're getting uncomfortable, Remus Lupin, that much I can see."
"I don't understand, escape what exactly?" He asked with an innocent look, smiling slightly at her. "It's not a game I want to win, to be honest."
"Then just blush," she said sweetly, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't want to win, then give in and admit that everything I've said is true."
"Honestly, how can I do that on will? It doesn't work that way. But, if you might be lucky enough to catch me blush some other time."
Amelia frowned. "I don't understand your logic, Remus," she said, sighing. "But you're not making this any easier on yourself, that much I'll tell you."
Remus raised his eyebrows curiously, "I'm not?"
She sighed. "You either don't get it or you're messing with me; for once I can't tell," she muttered.
"Mission accomplished, then." He cracked a grin at her, and picked up his book as he rose from his seat, "Good luck with your exam, and I'll see you around."
"You infuriating man!" she exclaimed as he walked away. "I'm going to get you, I swear it!" However, her frown quickly melted away into a smirk. "See you around, cutie."
Remus turned around looking bewildered, but he was still grinning. With a shake of his head, he gathered his things that were left on his table, and walked out of the library with a flushed face.