Unable to commit to the nonchalant self-certainty he had wanted to convey, the fact that Black was still up and, seemingly, awaiting his return, made Remus’ stomach turn and his jaw clench. He felt like he could sick up. Even though Remus could never have afforded tuition without working, his throat felt tight at the prospect that it could also be the cause for his exclusion.<br/>He had to look away from Black, stepping into the room and shrugging his coat off.<br/>“I’d like a word,” he stated, his voice thick with nerves, but he managed to keep a question out of his words. He’d much rather face it on his own terms than to cower and wait for Black to sip his sodding tea.<br/>Remus tossed his coat off onto his bed, little regard for the late hour of the night. Black was awake after all.