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[monoceros]

The sun was apparently shining, birds were apparently singing and children were probably outside laughing. Just the mere thought sickened Monnie. Why did everything have to be so bright and loud? Why did the first years have to be so damn excited about coming to Hogwarts? Monnie just didn't get it. It was school, they were going to have to do school work and then extra school work in their free time. There was nothing to be excited about. Monnie was really starting to lose it with everyone, but it would be over in just a few months, they would all calm down soon enough. Well, it just wasn't soon enough for Monnie's liking, she'd probably end up hexing someone before the day was out. Hogwarts was far too overrated.

Being sat in the common room, book bag at her side, reading, Monnie found it all somewhat relaxing. There was barely anyone in there and the break wasn't going to be for a little longer so she had more time to read. For a small moment though, she wallowed over the possibility of having gone to the private school her father had suggested in Russia. Monnie didn't know any Russian but apparently, they all spoke English. It was a better education and more in depth with the Dark Arts, though that hadn't been what Monnie had wanted to study so she had put her foot down and demanded to go to Hogwarts, and of course, she had gotten her own way. Unfortunately.

Before she knew it, Monnie found the common room being invaded by short little midgets making one hell of a noise, and to make things worse, another group of midgets, even larger than the first lot, came in making even more noise and causing Monnie to lose her concentration. If there weren't so many of them and if she weren't a prefect, she would have cursed their arses, as it was, she did not want to lose her Prefect's badge and she wanted to be left in silence, so grabbing her book bag, Monnie made her way to somewhere she knew would be quiet.

Making her way into the library, Monnie was half expecting to see a whole heap of people there, but there wasn't. She headed down the isles of books, getting to the place she usually liked to sit, at the back, to the right, against a wall, surrounded by books. Not a single person. Huh. It was very unusual. Usually it was bare at the beginning of the school year, but this was deserted. For a moment Monnie wondered if the place was closed, but she quickly dismissed that idea/ If it was closed, she wouldn't have been able to get in and she would have seen a sign out the front. She was an observant girl. And yet something didn't feel right. Not even the librarian was around and that was most unusual, but Monnie didn't mind, in fact, this was perfect. It was just her and the books.

Placing her bag on the table, Monnie pulled out her books, a diary and a quill with ink. She cracked open the book she had been reading in the common room and re-read the last paragraph. It was fine, however, when she moved on to the next paragraph, her mind went blank. She was reading the words but for some reason, her mind refused to absorb the words. She re-read the first line of the new paragraph over and over again, but nothing. She looked away and couldn't even remember the first word. It was the fault of the stupid brats that had come into the common room and broken her concentration. Now she was angry. If they hadn't have come in, she could still be sat in the common room, reading her book, undisturbed. Monnie slammed her book shut and threw it against the opposite wall with a scream. She hated Hufflepuff's.'

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[Remus John Lupin]

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Remus was pretty content. He was back at school, he was seeing his friends again, it was a new moon, and this year he'd been made Prefect. His parents had been so proud they'd scraped their last extra pennies together and had thrown a small party for him - it had warmed him to the core. There was nothing better than knowing that people you cared about were proud of you. Nothing could ever beat that feeling.
Still, he was back at school and the teachers weren't giving the fifth years any time to sit back and relax, not since the first week since they'd been back. Remus, as usual, tried to finish his homework as fast and thorough as he could. He had unpredictable friends and who knew when he'd be up all night again because they really needed to get some serious prankwork done. Prankwork, prankwork.. it so often overshadowed homework, so once classes were over Remus had fled to the library. Really, this weekend was Hogsmeade weekend and Remus wasn't planning on missing out on that just because he had neglected his homework. And wasn't he supposed to be showing an example?

The library was delightfully empty when he entered. It was so quiet that he almost expected this to be some prank by Sirius and James to catch him off guard just as he thought they wouldn't be around, but nothing happened. Good. This afternoon, there was plenty to be done.
Guessing he was alone, he softly hummed an off-key tune (music was not one of his talents) as he browsed through the books on potions. He had to write an essay on how to detect five kinds of poisons while they had no odor or taste. Remus had piled three books on his arm when a loud slam startled him and he almost dropped his books. A book had violently hit the wall next to him.
Walking over to it and picking it up, he was about to blame Peeves for it when he spotted a girl sitting in a nearby chair. After a moment of hesitation, he walked over, placing the book in front of her on the table. "This is yours, I believe?"

[monoceros]

Monnie didn't know what she was going to do if she couldn't read. She wouldn't go back to the common room and she wouldn't really want to be anywhere else. She was hoping that perhaps her brain would relax and slip itself into the oh so comfortable frame of concentration once more. She got a lot more done and it helped her to relax. Reading what she wanted to read, helped her to relax, even i it was school work. Sometimes she wondered why she wasn't a Ravenclaw and others she wondered why she wasn't a Slytherin. She'd much rather take Slytherin over Hufflepuff any day of the week. Hell, she'd rather take Gryffindor over Hufflepuff and that was saying something.

Hearing a soft, off key hum from somewhere down the library's many isles, Monnie thought nothing of it. It just sounded like one of those books in the restricted section that liked to try and entice you to open it with a song. Though this sounded much terrible than that, and she knew better than to open one of those humming books so it was just wasting it's time on her. No, the first sign she got that she was not a lone was when her book was placed down i n front of her and a silly little voice of a fourth year or something spoke up. Monnie just glared at the brat.

"So what if it is? Maybe I wanted it on the floor. Ever think of that?" She snapped before recognising the twerp that stood before her. He had been at the front of the front carriage this year. He was a new Gryffindork prefect. He was . . . oh! He was Remus Lupin, on of those annoying fifth years that liked to go around pranking people. She had to admit, this was where being a Hufflepuff was kind of better than the other houses. The self named 'Marauders' played pranks on the closes people to their vicinity, so that usually meant their fellow Gryffindorks. They hated Slytherins, so of course, any Slytherin that came their way was screwed and Ravenclaws? Well, who didn't like to annoy a snobby bookworm that was a complete little know-it-all with no realisation that there was actually a world out of books? No, these guys didn't usually target Hufflepuff's unless there just so happened to be one in the area while they're in their pranking mood or if one, or a group ,had peeved them. Monnie was personally hoping that they were all here now, ready to cures her or something, just so she had an excuse to throw a couple of hexes back. She was pretty good with charms and such and so naturally, she was good with curses and hexes and through skill and practice, she was pretty good at non-verbal spells too.

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[Remus John Lupin]

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It appeared she hadn't heard or noticed him at all before he spoke to her. Typical, as Remus could walk very quiet when he wanted to. He hadn't paid special attention to being silent this time, though, so she had probably been deep in thought. Bothered by something, Remus guess - no: knew. People didn't throw books against walls for no reason.
Though he avoided direct eye contact, Remus could almost feel her eyes glaring at him. Even if his instincts hadn't picked up on the hostility, the words that crossed her lips made it quite obvious. Those words went synchronous with a change in expression. Ah. She recognised him. It was funny how people had only really started recognising him now he was a prefect, while you'd think he'd have been noticed years ago - ever since he started hanging out with the rest of the Marauders. Oh well, it wasn't that Remus was complaining, he wasn't one to hog the limelight.

He smiled slightly to himself. Funny, that even though she recognised him, her opinion didn't seem to change. Still, she stubbornly glared at him, obviously associating him with James and Sirius and therefore disliking her. There was no need, really. Remus knew her, as well. Firstly because she also was one of the prefects, but also because it was quite well known around the school that she was 'that Slytherin that ended up in Hufflepuff'. He had never doubted the sorting hat before, but the cutting edge of her glare, Remus thought, was surely good enough for any Slytherin.
"Can be," he eventually added. "In that case, you'll have to throw it again, I'm afraid." He glanced at the title of the book - it was one of the titles he'd been looking for. "Or, if you're not using it, would you mind if I did?" He could sense she was angry. He could almost smell it on her, but Remus knew snapping back at her would only make things escalate.

[monoceros]

Monoceros sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. The brat was still lingering around, but then he said something that she didn't expect. He wanted the book. He was interested in the book she was reading. Huh. This was advanced charms. Remus wouldn't even have the option of studying advanced chars until he was in his seventh year. He was smart. He had to be, unless he was just saying he wanted the book to annoy her and make her claim it. Whatever. She'd find out. She could talk to people if she wanted to. Wasn't as if it was hard to move your lips and make sounds come out.

"You want to use this book? What for? You don't even study advanced charms." She said, sounding a little surprised. Her tone ever so slightly softer, but still completely defensive. After all, she was a pure blood of the highest status, she couldn't be heard talking nicely to a Gryffindor. Especially one that was a half-blood and looked as though he'd done ten laps of the lake even though his body would probably cause him to spasm and drown a quarter of the way in, if not immediately at the cold. Then again, she couldn't really talk, she was skinny and lanky too. Made her look like a stick insect.

"What are you even doing in here Lupin? Shouldn't you be off terrorising some Slytherin with your blood traitor little friends?" Everyone knew that James Potter and Sirius Black were blood traitors. No one really cared about Peter Pettigrew, but why would they? He was just a shadow compared to the others. Sirius was a Black. Full stop. Everyone in the pure blood world knew about the Black's. Dark wizards, though a lot gone astray, and Sirius was just one in the long line of family disappointments. Potter was another pure blood name. Not ones to really get involved with mudbloods, but they wouldn't disown someone in their family line if they did. They were more accepting pure bloods. Fools as Monnie called them. James was the lead pranker though, Sirius was the good looking one and Remus, he was the smart half-blood. Peter was the one no one cared about. Monnie doubted the marauders even cared about him. He was probably just some kind of lacky they used to get their lunch when they wanted to spend a day on the grounds, or the one they'd set up if they got into trouble, or the one they could prank if there was no one else. Oh well, as long as they didn't annoy her, she didn't care. Though a good duel wouldn't go amiss right now.

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He read annoyance in her expression, no surprise there, but then it was followed by brief confusion. Oh, he knew the book was way over his head (for now it was, at least), but the thought of detecting poisons by means of a charmed cup had entered his mind and he thought it would be an interesting twist for his essay. Even if such cups didn't exist yet (Remus thought they probably did), it would be nice to speculate about.
"I know I'm at no level yet to study advances charms." Remus half smiled, admitting defeat there. "I have to write an essay about detecting virtually undetectable potions and thought there might be something in there that could help me." He didn't specify his idea for the simple reason he was in no mood to be made fun of and he feared that that was exactly what Monnie would do if he told her about what had crossed his mind. Her anger seemed to have changed somewhat, Remus thought, but at the moment he thought so the next sneer was directed at him.

"What are you even doing in here Lupin? Shouldn't you be off terrorising some Slytherin with your blood traitor little friends?" A small nervous smile crossed his lips and Remus shook his head. "I'm here to study. That's what a library is for." Somehow, Remus was able to say it without sounding like he was patronising her. "And as to my friends, well.. they're not little at all. I don't know if you've seen James' and Sirius' shoulders, but I'd say that Quidditch is really paying off." He completely ignored the blood traitor comment. Why argue when it was no use?
Monoceros fell silent and Remus studied her thoughtfull expression for a moment before simply sitting down opposite of her and opening the book, checking the index for 'poison'.

[monoceros]

Hmm. Monnie's eyes went from glaring, to surprised, to curiosity and then to a little bit of disbelief. He wanted a an advanced charms book for potions? Well, he certainly thought outside of the box, that was for sure, and Monnie liked that. He wasn't like everyone else in that he stuck with potions book. Everyone in his class would probably come up with the same proposal because they'd all find it out from the same stupid potions book that a million other students would have used before them. Remus dipped his toes into an entirely different subject all together. That was something she would have done. Heck, it was something she did do. When she was faced with the same homework, she'd used charms and transfiguration. She'd charmed the potion ingredients apart, allowing them to levitate in the air and then transfigured them into their original forms. It was original and made for a really good essay. She wondered if Remus was looking for something similar to that, or whether he'd had a completely different idea.

"You're here to study? Is that why this place is so bare? Did you and your accomplice's set off a stink pellet and clear the library out? Win win, you'd get to study undisturbed and James and Sirius would get to prank a heap of people, including the librarian who would no doubt run off and complain to Dumbledore. Of course. I'd imagine Peter was so excited at the prospect of pranking a library full of people he peed himself and had to stay in the dorm, cleaning himself up." At least that was what went through Monnie's mind. For all she knew and cared, the others were laying at the bottom of the lake, dead because Remus had killed them all. Actually, she quite liked that idea.

Deciding that really, she didn't mind Remus sitting himself down and opening her book, she arched a brow. "So, have you got any idea what your going to do about detecting the undetectable?" Okay, so she could be nice every now and then, but only because Remus actually showed initiative and wasn't as annoying as his friends. Plus he had the balls to sit down opposite her. She didn't smile though. Smiling was something she rarely did and she felt awkward doing it, which was obvious when you looked at her, but if Remus kept up what he was doing, and thinking outside of the box, then she found that she might actually be inclined to help him in his homework. After all, it wasn't every day she came across someone with an individual mind that was willing to risk pissing her off, just for her book. It was . . . interesting.

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This time, Remus was caught up in searching the index and didn't study her face for expressions. Searching 'poison' had brought him nothing, so he was now leafing through the book chapter by chapter quickly, too impatient to read the index again. He wanted to finish this essay as quickly as possible, but he also wanted to know if his idea was plausible enough without seeming idiotic. He hoped so, because, like Monnie thought, it would make his essay stand out and though Remus didn't like standing out so much, he loved proving himself.
He was soon yet again distracted by the girl sitting opposite him, making fun of his friends, like before, though this time taking it to a whole new personal level. Calmly, but a bit coldly, Remus looked up at her. "I must say I find it incredibly immature that a Prefect should insult people she doesn't even know well enough to think of an adequate defamation." He could stand a lot of things, but not people insulting his friends while they were not even there.

After saying those words, not to annoy her - they were simply the truth, he looked down at the book again. It was only when she asked the other question when he reacted to her again. It was a normal, decent enough question to reply to, after all, and it didn't involve his friends being insulted - why shouldn't he reply?
"I was thinking that there were perhaps charmed cups and flasks for sale which would be able to show when a certain poison was poured into it," he muttered a little softly, only half paying attention to formulating his sentence as he leafed through the book once more. Secretly, he was more on his guard than one might think, however. He had talked back to her, after all, and she was in a higher year than him, so he would need his reflexes to block any spells if she were to hex him.

[monoceros]

Lupin seemed to be getting defensive over his friends so Monnie just let him get on with it, smirking a little, knowing that she'd got to him. There was some kind of satisfaction Monnie got in watching people get angry, because once they were angry, their defences usually went right up to the extreme and they were clumsy and stupid. At least they were when you started to duel them. Monnie had no intentions of duelling Lupin though, she was too curious as to what his plan was to detect poisons. Her's had been long winded, but it made a good read. It wasn't practical, but she wasn't after practicality, she was after originality and she made sure that was clear with her essay. After all, if you were going to try to detect poison, you were probably paranoid, and if you were paranoid, surely pulling a potion apart and being certain what was in it wasn't too extreme. That was Monnie's argument any way.

Brushing over his defensiveness, Monnie made an odd sort of 'hm' noise in response to Lupin's theory. It was quite clever, though would it be entirely accurate? Her plan had very few flaws, after all, every plan had some flaws, though could the magically enhanced cup or flask or goblet or whatever, become faulty after a while? And how long would it take before it became faulty? And what if it couldn't pick up all types of poison? What if there were some poisons specifically made to go unnoticed? That was where her theory had excelled, from her point of view. At least she ended up with all the ingredients in front of her and she could see what belonged in the potion she had in front of her, and what did not. Though in order to know what was in the potions she was given in her practical work, she had to know her potions, and she did. Someone less knowledgeable than her might have difficulties distinguishing which ingredient did what and what belonged in the potion pile and the poison pile, but not her. She'd aced her practical, even if it had taken her longer than everyone else to finish.

"Well that sounds interesting. The best place to search, rather than any book, is probably Borgin And Burkes. They know a lot about a lot, and a cup or flask with that sort of spell wrapped around it would be sold somewhere like there. Perhaps you could owl them. After all, anyone that's paranoid of being poisoned is dealing with some dark people, and to protect yourself from dark people, you'd need to seek dark people. And who else would be willing to find and sell an item to protect the paranoid and fearful for an outrageous price than Borgin and Burke?" Monnie shrugged. "Of course, if such an item did exist, I would suggest buying it no matter what the price, a lot of extra credit if you were to show it off, then again, it would probably be a waste of money, unless you're actually paranoid."

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[Remus John Lupin]

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Sure, she might have got to him, but he could hardly not have reacted, could he? They were his friends, for goodness' sake, pretty much the only thing that kept him sane at times.. And well, he had been severely annoyed. Had she made Remus genuinely angry, he'd have hurt her. He wasn't quickly genuinely angry and today, be wouldn't be: it was new moon.
The 'hm' sound as he explained his idea made him frown ever so slightly for a slit second. Sure, it was no mockery, but it did show that his idea had faults and that she probably seriously doubted its credibility. That did not amuse Remus. It didn't. He didn't want some half-plausible idea so he would seem like someone trying to be original and, thus, failing in practicality. Practicality was still better than originality. No matter how original your way of detecting poisons was, if it wasn't practical you would die all the same - right?
Maybe he needed a different approach after all. Just as Remus lowered the book, Monnie actually started talking.

Oh, yes, of course he would owl the people who had a shop in Knockturn Alley and spend the rest of his money he needed for school books for the rest of his life on some dubious artefact. That seemed like an absolutly brilliant idea.
"Hmno," he slowly answered, not really sure if she'd just forgotten or if she was secretly poking fun at the fact he was poor. He didn't care either way - it was no use breaking his head over such a trivial matter. "I think I'll have to rethink the whole thing," Remus murmuered, pensively.

[monoceros]

Apparently Lupin did not like her idea of owling the people in Borgin and Burkes. She didn't know why. If anyone would have the cup he was after, they would. Of course, that was if it existed. Monnie thought Lupin was being a bit of an idea snob. Okay, so he didn't have to buy it if he didn't want to. It wasn't like she was going to make him or anything, but it was a good theory. It was something original, so she thought he should go with it. Lupin however thought he should rethink the whole thing. Was he some kind of idiot or something?

"Why? Why rethink it? You're onto a good and original idea. Just do what you want to do and research it the way you want to research it. I'll just stay out of your way. Though in all fairness, you were the one to sit with me, not vice versa." She said, staring across the table at him. "You might even be able to find a charm in the restricted section to make a magical, poison detecting cup yourself. Might take a lot of searching though and it looks like you give up fairly easily."

Pulling her book bag onto the chair next to her, Monnie made more space on the table. She picked one of her other books that she had with her and opened it up, scanning her eyes over it. It was a Transfiguration book about transforming people into animals. Transfiguration wasn't her strongest subject, but she was still pretty good at it. She wasn't an animagus or anything. That took years of skill and practice, but she could be so mean as to change people into pigeons. Leave a human in the form of an animal for long enough and they forget their human self slowly and become the animal they have been transformed into. Quite a good form of torture really. They'd know they were slowly losing themselves and yet there was nothing that could be done about it. They wouldn't be able to change themselves back and they wouldn't be able to tell anyone about their predicament. Not that Monnie was so evil as to do that to anyone. Okay, maybe she was.

Monnie stopped scanning the book after picking up where she'd left off. Nothing held her interests like charms did, but if she had to pick a second favourite subject at school, it would probably be transfiguration. When she got back to the common room. If the little dweebs were still there, she might just have a go at practicing her human transfigurations and once she'd learnt to do that, she might even practice becoming an animagus. It was an ambition of hers and Monoceros Iolite Dolohov always got what she wanted, no matter what.

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[Remus John Lupin]

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He could feel her frown at him even as he had his eyes fixed on the book. Remus wasn't reading, he was thinking intensely and you'd almost think he was trying to make the book burst into flames spontaneously - that was how serious he was looking. It wasn't quite a frown, but his brow would furrow a little. Sirius had once claimed Remus was just trying to imitate the picture of Diarmus McTiphan on the Chocolate Frog Card. Remus had hexed his eyebrows blonde for a whole day.
His face relaxed when she spoke to him again, though, and his eyes looked at her again in stead of the book, but otherwise Remus didn't move. "Original, perhaps, but would you say it was practical?" he asked, half to her and half to himself (as he sometimes had a tendency to talk to himself when thinking about a problem).

"I'll just stay out of your way. Though in all fairness, you were the one to sit with me, not vice versa. You might even be able to find a charm in the restricted section to make a magical, poison detecting cup yourself. Might take a lot of searching though and it looks like you give up fairly easily." That made him grin a little. "No need to be all disgruntled about it." He chuckled softly, but it was in no way mocking. More some sort of amusement, without a taunting undertone. "I'm the problem here, not you. I suppose you wouldn't even have to blink to lay your hands on a cup like that, but I did believe the entire school knew of my paucity." It was something that hardly bothered Remus anymore. He had been teased and bullied about it so often, that the mean words scarcely hit home. Besides, who was he to deny it? It was true, after all. (Though he sometimes did feel a bit bad about it, as his father was fired because of his 'affliction'.)
Remus half smiled at her. "I'll make sure to get a pass for the restricted section, then." Friend of the Marauders or not, Remus wasn't one for breaking rules; and because he was such a hard working student, he was sure he could obtain a pass from some teacher. Maybe Flitwick, as he was going to need a charmsbook, after all, even though he'd eventually use it for potions.. "Thank you for the suggestion."

Remus glanced at the book she pulled out for a moment, read the title, kept his face nice and blank and continued searching through Monnie's charms book nonetheless. Who knew what he would stumble upon, after all. Besides.. those charms were all pretty interesting, even if he probably wasn't capable of doing them yet.

[monoceros]

Monoceros pondered over Lupin's little side comment that was semi directed at her. "You know, it may be a little inconvenient to carry a cup around, but there are spells to make things smaller and to be honest, if you're checking things for poison, then you're bloody well paranoid to start with and carrying a cup around or a flask all the time, isn't exactly going to bother you. Though what if the poison is in food? You'd have to have another way of detecting it. Unless you put your food into the cup too, though that may be inconvenient also." Monoceros thought about it. You'd have to be seriously paranoid if you started checking potions and drinks and food for poison.

Monnie raised her right eyebrow into an elegant arch. Her? Disgruntled?? Never!! How preposterous. Lupin was clearly mental, though when he admitted he was the problem and he mentioned his 'paucity', she giggled a little, but she didn't exactly mean it in a bad way, she just forgot that not everyone had money. "Oh yeah, I forgot you were poor." It wasn't an insult, it was genuine forgetfulness, however, she wasn't apologising. Monnie didn't ever really do apologising. It was more just an off handed, matter of fact sort of tone that she was using this time around.

"So have you had any more idea's on what you might do? If you don't go with the cup or flask idea?" Monnie was curious as to what else was in Lupin's mind. He seemed extremely clever. He was another one that she was surprised wasn't in Ravenclaw. They should both have been Ravenclaws. Or would that technically be Ravenclawians? Whatever. If they were both in the same house, she would probably have been willing to over look the fact that he was poor and just have him pretend that he was pure blood, keep the half blood stuff a big secret. Being a part of a big, influential family was great. Lots of money and the amount of family histories you could change was pretty good too. She could just have her daddy change Lupin's family history, have Lupin's parents be pure blooded.

Monnie continued to read her book. It was pretty interesting to her. Whenever she wanted to learn something, she read, and when she read, she loved it. It was a passion of hers, though it was strange, she never got into other sort of books, only things she could actually learn something practical from, only things she was interested in. Other wise she'd be bored. But when she read what she wanted, she was in a whole different world. She was nicer. Strange for a pure blood elitists. Usually they were so self centred they didn't care about studying. After all, they got by on their parents riches.

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"Though what if the poison is in food? You'd have to have another way of detecting it. Unless you put your food into the cup too, though that may be inconvenient also." That was something that had slipped Remus' mind and he blushed slightly as he realised his mistake. Stupid of him. Just because the subject was potions - and they tended to be, more or less, fluids - didn't mean the poison had to be detected in a fluid. He pressed his lips together for a second, brow furrowing again as he thought.
He was soon pulled away from his thought process by a giggle, though. It seemed genuine amusement, not mockery, like he had expected of the pureblood in front of him. "Oh yeah, I forgot you were poor." That actually had Remus grin, but only to mask his smile. She had forgotten he was poor and it almost seemed like a compliment. Then again, she was still pureblood, so he was careful not to let her notice how her comment had almost made him smile genuinely.

"So have you had any more idea's on what you might do? If you don't go with the cup or flask idea?" Remus half-smiled, as his mind was quite empty at the moment (perhaps still overwhelmed by the fact a pureblood had forgotten he was poor, had been reminded and had not made fun of it), and shook his head slightly. "Not quite yet. I was rather focussed on the cup idea, but when you mentioned solid food I just realised poison can be in anything: make up, candle wax, soap.." He pondered for a short while. "There should be a way of checking the ingredients of something," Remus then mused, softly, more to himself. "Like unravelling a piece of cloth fiber by fiber." He turned to Monnie again. "In the beginning I had been thinking of some sort of talisman or a piece of jewelry designed and charmed to indicate when a poison was closer than a certain distance, but it would be highly inaccurate and, well.." -he smiled a little lopsidedly- "it wouldn't come in handy very much if you were planning to poison someone yourself, right? It would glow or make a noise and whatnot all the time." He shrugged, quickly adding: "Not that I would poison people, but I suppose we have to look at this from every perspective possible."

Remus had to admit that Monnie wasn't as bad as she'd seemed at first. She was pretty nice for a pureblood, way nicer than any pureblood outside his own House had ever been to him (because, of course, James and Sirius were also purebloods).
Remus had no illusions about being treated 'fair'. There was no 'fair' in this world, only prejudice, hard work and fighting for acceptance and proving yourself. That may sound drastic, but to Remus, it was a very real truth.
As he was thinking more on his problem (maybe there was some sort of potion that eliminated all poisons? no, wait, that wouldn't be 'detecting'), Monnie continued to read and he had to admit she knew when to distance herself again. Some people would talk to him about homework and then cease to leave him alone afterwards. Remus needed to think sometimes and though he was used to ignoring the noise James and Sirius could make, constant chatter tended to interupt his train of thought.

[monoceros]

Monnie could sort of see Lupin's expression change as he realised that not everything in potions was in liquid form. Poisons could come in any shape or size and that put a bit of a hole into his plan. It was bad for him that he hadn't realised that, but at the same time, well, she couldn't really think of anything because she'd been smart enough to come up with something original that would work with pretty much everything. Splitting ingredients worked on food and liquid and all sorts of other things. Maybe not metals, but definitely heaps of other things, if she could be bothered to think of them.

Monnie tried to think of other idea's to prove to Lupin that she was smarter than him, but she kept getting caught up in her own idea. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like it was really quite ingenious of her. She'd loved it at the beginning and now, she loved it even more. She was so smart. She just couldn't help it. She applied herself when she wanted to. She was spoilt and she just had to best at the things she wanted to be good at. She'd rather just have something pointed at her and boom! She knew all she wanted to know! Unfortunately it so wasn't that easy.

"I used Advanced Charms and Transfiguration for my essay. Charmed everything apart and then transfigured them into their original forms, but then you would have to be able to recognise the poison's ingredients from the liquid or food or item. That was my flaw. Though if you're paranoid about poisons, I think you'd probably try to find out what ingredients make which poisons. Then again, if the poison is laced on the page of the book you're using for research then you're dead and my theory isn't really going to help much. But it's original and quite brilliant, so I don't really care." Monnie tried to think of more ways, but Lupin's ones were sounding pretty good.

"Why would you worry if you were poisoning someone? An amulet would be a good idea. Unoriginal but safe. You're only detecting poison, therefore one would assume you're not going to need to detect poison if you're poisoning someone now would you? Make your own spell for an amulet, if you think you could. Read plenty of Advanced Charm books, they'll help. You might not be able to perform them though, they're pretty tricky. Though you could talk to Flitwick, he'd probably help you, though he may be suspicious." Monnie shrugged her shoulders, she didn't care much about Lupin's predicament any more.

"You'll come up with something." Monnie wasn't trying to be supportive, she just said it because . . . well, she wasn't sure why but she obviously didn't mean it. The tone of her voice was way too flat. She preferred books to people. Maybe that was why she was put in Hufflepuff. If she'd been a Ravenclaw or Slytherin, she wouldn't have been so much of an outcast and she'd probably have ended up as one of the popular girls in her year, not really studying, she'd never be a Gryffindor, she'd be disowned and she would never want to upset her daddy like that, not for as long as she lived, but Hufflepuff, well, that meant she wasn't popular and had to focus on something to pass the hours and look where it was getting her. She still had all of her families morals but she was also actually learning things at school. She wasn't sure if her brother or sister were, but she was, and she actually quite liked the thought of that.

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