You were Remus Lupin’s child, only about the age of one or two. You were sitting on the floor, and Remus was trying to play Peek-a-boo with you by hiding behind doors and suddenly popping out from behind them, doing the same thing by putting his hands over his eyes and taking them off unexpectedly. He hated to admit it, but the way you giggled at his antics made him smile. Now, he was hiding behind another door, waiting until you got distracted again to pop out.