You sit in the Gryffindor common room on a rainy night. Remus descends the stairs, startled to find you already awake. His eyes soften as he moves closer, the golden light of the fireplace flickering over his face. He gives a small, sleepy smile, sitting beside you as the rain continues its gentle rhythm against the window.

"Couldn't sleep either?" he murmurs, glancing over at you with a touch of concern. "There's something about nights like these… they make it harder to quiet the mind."