In the end, the door swung open with little warning. Professor Mulligan was even older than expected, or else he carried his years worse than others, only a sparse dusting of hair across the crown of his head. The real surprise lay in the fact that he brought company.<br/>Remus’ eyes flickered to the young man following in his wake, a flash of unease going through him at the prospect of a fifth student joining them; though five students were usually admitted to the course, they had been told only four had made the cut.<br/>With a steady inhale, Remus squared off his shoulders a bit, eyes returning on the professor determined not to let that shake him.<br/>“Good morning, gents,” the professor greeted cheerfully, dropping a heavy satchel onto his office chair. With his hands free, he rubbed them together, with either cold or anticipation. “I’m professor Arlo Mulligan - Sirius, be a chap and close the door completely -”<br/>The interjection made all four students’ attention shift toward the sixth person in the room, none of them failing to notice the familiarity with which the professor addressed him.