“As I was saying,” the professor continued, drawing back the attention of his students, although warily. Remus suddenly felt reassured by his choice of seat, able to keep the two men within his sight without having to turn. Beside him, one of the chattier students had turned to gawk and awkwardly resumed his seat.<br/>“I’m Professor Mulligan, I’ll be your instructor for the foreseeable future,” he carried on, tapping at the blank chalkboard as he circled the desk. “Punctuated either by my passing or your resignation, presumably.”<br/>There was a smile under the moustache, eyes glancing towards his companion, no doubt a small acknowledgement of others before them who had never finished the degree they had started.<br/>Remus’ gaze shifted, too, an eerie premonition of why the young man was there, unable to hide a sense of surprise; it seemed like he had anticipated the introduction a few seconds before Mulligan offered it.<br/>“I’ve brought with me Mr. Sirius Black, who’s starting his third year with me,” Mulligan introduced with an outstretched palm toward the young man. “He’s just replaced my previous lad as my teacher’s assistant on the master’s courses, but he’s available to you too, should you need it. Sirius, say a few words, won’t you?”