Alone in his office, Remus was marking the third year's essays when he was interrupted by a visitor.
"S-septima," he stuttered, "how lovely to see you."
The Arithmancy teacher sauntered in and conjured a seat next to him.
"Hi, Remus," she said. "I wanted a chat."
"Err..err...certainly, Septima. How can I help?" he said, wondering why she was quite so near.
"It's about this Quidditch match, Remus," she said softly. "I'd hate to think this rivalry could stop us being friends.
"I-I'm sure it won't, Septima," he said blushing deeply.
She placed a hand on his. "Oh good!"