When Kelly had excited the examination room, he had looked shell shocked, serving as little comfort to Remus who was to follow him. They had all spent weeks scrambling to finish a first draft of their respective hypothesis; what Remus had struggled with was originality. Mulligan knew the field more intimately, and despite all of his research, Remus had no way of knowing if his proposed dissertation had already been written.<br/>When Mulligan opened the door, kindly inviting him in, Remus found himself squaring up his shoulders.<br/>They almost immediately sagged upon entering, caught off guard by Black’s presence in the room. It brushed the formality of Remus’ posture away, briefly catching at an instinct to cuss Black out for not forewarning this, almost forgetting present company.<br/>“You may make use of the board, if you so please,” Mulligan invited, taking a seat by the front row of chairs.<br/>Remus had to swallow any irritation down, recognizing that Black was here as an instructor and not his roommate. Arsehole.<br/>Relaxing his shoulders again, Remus looked away from Black and approached the board.