Another week passed after the Quidditch match. The weather grew slightly warmer, and the students began shedding their heavy cloaks, changing into lighter robes with colorful sweaters underneath.
On a Friday evening, Alistair had just stepped through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor Common Room when he caught the murmur of a conversation.
"…Isn't Professor Lupin better yet? He has already missed a week of classes," a girl's voice drifted out. "I think it's really strange. What kind of illness requires nearly a week off every single month?"
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