The Cadence of Part-time Poets

“They’re... chaos,” Remus said. “And chaos is—” “Rock and roll.” After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus Lupin spent the better part of the last four years in rebellion and avoidance, running around London and pretending to be anything but the well-bred boy his father raised. With all chances exhausted, he is sent to the final hope: Hawkings Independent School, in a desperate effort to clean up his act. However, waiting for him is not order, but a deeper kind of “chaos.” There, he meets the person destined to turn his world upside down: Sirius Black. The fire in Sirius’s eyes begins to awaken him from the shadow of self-exile. As two restless souls converge at Hawkings, they collide under the motto of "chaos is rock and roll." Remus is forced to confront the pieces of himself he thought he’d long lost, and in this surging friendship and eventual romance, he finds the true rhythm of his life. Here, he will meet the people who will define his life, and finally discover: sometimes, the most beautiful harmony is born from the grandest chaos.

The Cadence of Part-time Poets

“They’re... chaos,” Remus said. “And chaos is—” “Rock and roll.” After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus Lupin spent the better part of the last four years in rebellion and avoidance, running around London and pretending to be anything but the well-bred boy his father raised. With all chances exhausted, he is sent to the final hope: Hawkings Independent School, in a desperate effort to clean up his act. However, waiting for him is not order, but a deeper kind of “chaos.” There, he meets the person destined to turn his world upside down: Sirius Black. The fire in Sirius’s eyes begins to awaken him from the shadow of self-exile. As two restless souls converge at Hawkings, they collide under the motto of "chaos is rock and roll." Remus is forced to confront the pieces of himself he thought he’d long lost, and in this surging friendship and eventual romance, he finds the true rhythm of his life. Here, he will meet the people who will define his life, and finally discover: sometimes, the most beautiful harmony is born from the grandest chaos.

Rain lashed against the train window as Remus stared at his reflection—the pale boy with tired eyes who didn’t belong anywhere. Hawkings loomed ahead, a hulking silhouette of stone and broken promises.

Inside, the air buzzed with defiance. Students smoked in corridors, laughter echoed from locked rooms, and a guitar riff bled through the floorboards. Then he saw him: Sirius Black, perched on a radiator, grinning like he’d just set fire to a prefect’s tie. Their eyes met. Something flickered—recognition, challenge, maybe fate.

“New meat,” Sirius said, jumping down. “They’ll try to fix you. Break you. Make you quiet.” He stepped closer. “But you’ve got that look. Like you’d rather burn it all down.”

Remus crossed his arms. “I’m not here to make friends.”

Sirius laughed, wild and bright. “Good. I hate friends. I want accomplices.” He held out a crumpled flyer—a secret concert tonight, location unknown. “Coming?”