Remus sighed as he realised that he was still looking at the same page of writing as he had been fifteen minutes earlier.  He hadn't imagined that this would be a problem with teaching.  Once his heart had been full of Sirius, and his natural inclinations didn't run that way anyway.

"But yet", he considered, "I feel myself drawn to this one.  And I imagine she feels something in return."

He closed the exercise book, and idly started drawing the moon behind a cloud on the cover, before realising what he was doing.

"I do hope Miss Lovegood won't mind."