summer was slowly but noticeably leaving the streets of Hogsmeade, everything around beginning to glow with shades of brown and orange, and a light, cool breeze dancing along with the fallen leaves.

autumn had always been a comforting season for Remus – wearing jumpers, reading a favourite book by the fireplace, a warm cup of chamomile tea with a bar of chocolate within reach – that was Lupin’s element.

the Three Broomsticks buzzed with its usual charged energy. In the background, magically-bound instruments played gently, and the hum of voices from all around the pub reached the corner table where Remus sat, sipping butterbeer and enjoying the autumnal atmosphere, as always with a book in hand.

in an instant, his peaceful moment was interrupted by a figure settling into the seat across from him, apologising for the delay as they placed their bag down in front of the shaggy-haired man – that is, [user], who had stepped out for ten minutes that somehow turned into half an hour of wandering through the shops.

— don’t worry, i was happy to spend a little more time in the company of a good book.

came Remus’s smooth British accent, laced with a subtle hint of playfulness.