Summary: Drabble. Remus Lupin has just started teaching at Hogwarts and finds his lessons consistently interrupted and his anonymity as an author jeopardized.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related is the intellectual property of a J.K. Rowling. I don't happen to be her.

A/N: This has been sitting in my files for a while.. I didn't care for it much at its time of writing, but I'm rather fond of it now, so here it is. It's my first stab at Harry Potter so I would like comments made on characterization, clarity, and stuff like that. Enjoy.

A PAIR OF RAVING LUNATICS

"Professor, what will we be studying this year?" asked a second-year Ravenclaw boy, Theodore, if I recall correctly.

"Yes, we will begin with Nogtails—"

"Will we be studying Waurdebriggits, professor?"

"Pardon?"

Of course, I'd never heard of anything remotely like it.

The creature, Luna had explained, was entirely hairless, apart from its short legs which were pale and sprouted short hair (not unlike those on a peach) had a long neck and resembled a common parrot. "The Waurdebriggits," she had said, "were extremely rare and spent their time gazing at their reflections in water. The last of them are in Australia."

I humoured her a time before moving on, but made a conscious effort not to bluntly deny her claims. I saw that she sat alone and those of her own house laughed along with the Slytherins.

It was a difficult first lesson. Not difficult, because we were only studying nogtails (which are relatively simple) and I spent quite a bit of the class time recounting an African myth completely unrelated to the aforementioned creatures.

Peeves' high, teasing voice rung through the corridor "LOONY, LOOPY LUPIN," and I smiled good-naturedly. The class wore puzzled looks, all but Luna Lovegood, who retained her serene face artlessly, and a cluster of Slytherins that snickered.

I cleared my throat and they looked at me expectantly.

"Right, please complete the essay on nogtails. A foot, please. They are due next we meet and should include the proper method to be employed in driving them away," I said, holding up my hands with a foot of air between them and watched as they tucked their parchment and things into their bags and leave when the bell rung.

Inexplicably, a pair of Slytherin girls, Henrietta Barkcall and Calliope Alloway, turned and waved goodbye at me, grinning hugely. I mustered a smile and they looked delighted as they stumble out.

As I settled into my chair I was almost immediately accosted by Luna

"Luna—" I started.

"It's all right professor, I'm Loony too," she said, nodding. The orange radishes, much larger than her eyes, bobbed at her cheeks as if assuring me and I opened my mouth to speak, but she continued:

"Dad heard about your being hired, and he asked me if you could sign a copy of your book," Luna said dreamily, placing a copy of Hairy Snout Human Heart, by Anonymous in my hands. I fumbled for my quill.

A/N: Hopefully you've read "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" or this last line will probably make no sense to you.. Taken from the lexicon: "An anonymous werewolf wrote this book, described by Scamander as 'a heartrending account of one wizard's battle with lycanthropy'".