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The ‘new kid’, as James ever-so-elegantly put it, raised his hand from the desk he sat at near the front of the classroom, and Sirius marvelled at the juxtaposition of his ridiculously perfect posture, and his tatty, clearly second-hand uniform. He pulled it off surprisingly well though, Sirius thought, and shushed an irritating voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his mother reminding him that he was not, under any circumstances, supposed to find boys beautiful. But he was beautiful, and Sirius found himself smiling softly at the ill-fitting jumper that swamped his scrawny frame.He continued to smile as Professor Slughorn called on the boy, who answered the question scrawled on the blackboard to a standard that not even Sirius would be able to reach, and -Wait. What the fuck? The professor smiled broadly at the boy, proclaimed his answer ‘perfect’, and no, this would not do at ALL.———Weeks, months, and years later, in drunken rants and roommate introductions, Sirius Black would denote this otherwise normal chemistry class as the moment he knew he needed to absolutely fucking destroy Remus Lupin.