__<br/><br/>Remus had left the evaluation with both his shoulders and stomach in knots, an uncomfortable tension about him. He felt drawn tight with a sense of frustration and embarrassment. It had been uncomfortable and belittling having to be at Black’s judgment when they, on all accounts except for academically, ought to be peers.<br/>It had left Remus restlessly sitting in his office chair, turned towards the door rather than the desk.<br/>He felt a flash of annoyance rise within him as soon as the door opened.<br/>“You could’ve told me you were going to be there,” Remus bit, his voice tense but not loud. He felt heat rush to his ears, still flustered by the way Black’s presence had caught him enough off-guard to make him fumble his arrival.