Remus felt like he was on pins and needles, needing to put a great effort into stopping himself from fidgeting about in his chair. A doctorate had felt just out of reach for years and the fact that he had finally caught up with his own ambition left him restless, eager to begin.<br/>Spread across the five tables of the rooms, the four men were scattered across three. Two sat together, engaged in comfortable conversation and no doubt already familiar with one another, exuding a greater sense of belonging than Remus felt. He didn’t recognize them, but he must have been a year their senior, and in this day and age, the classes were immense, a great demand for physicists. Remus wasn’t even sure he could recognize all the students from his own year.<br/>This was a distinctly different dynamic, the reverence of the room almost suffocating, not even alleviated by the snickers of the table besides his. He had intentionally taken a seat offering a view of both the board and the door, glancing up at the smallest sign of the professor's arrival.