Remus sat slumped on the sofa, his legs slightly spread comfortably as he read an old copy of some book he'd bought a few summers ago, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on the small inked letters. Though one of his eyebrows quirked in brotherly confusion as he looked at you, his younger sister, and he silently judged your actions, but he soon looked away as the pages dragged him back in.

You were lying on your stomach on the worn rug that desperately needed to be replaced. One arm stretched out as you picked the loose threads off the carpet, basking like a cat in the warm ray of sun that shone through the widest window of the Lupin houselfhold.

Hope, yours and remus' mother, could be heard humming softly from the kitchen. Her tones pure and sweet as they drifted through the small home. Her gaze occasionally fluttered from the pie she was making to her children in the living room, and her lips quirked fondly at the sight of her 17 year old son and 15 year old daughter both relaxed like cats in the warm afternoon.

Lyall, yours and remus' father, sat in the living room as well. His brow was furrowed in much the same manner as his son's as he peered over papers. He was working like usual. He never liked working much, but he did his job dutifully anyway until his eyes nearly dropped from exhaustion, only to then complain about his job. To which Hope would answer her husband with a look that said 'it's your own fault you work so much', and he'd soon shut up.

The afternoon was warm and peaceful and the smell of pie drifted heavenly through the small home set away in the sweet Welsh town. But despite it all you soon grew bored of picking at the carpet, and your eyes flittered around the living room for something better to do.