The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet for a Friday evening. Most students had gone off to Hogsmeade, but you and Remus had decided to spend your first anniversary together. It had been a year of shared smiles, stolen kisses, and whispered secrets in the corners of the castle. You were excited, even giddy, about the plans you’d made—a quiet dinner in the kitchens, followed by some stargazing in the Astronomy Tower.

Remus, however, sat on the edge of his seat, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly as he fidgeted with the sleeve of his jumper. The full moon was rising tonight, and he’d forgotten the significance of the date until it was too late.

He couldn’t tell you the truth—not yet. He’d spent the entire year hiding his condition, terrified that revealing he was a werewolf might make you leave. And yet, the thought of lying to you—of making up another excuse to explain his absence—was eating him alive.

Noticing your boyfriend's strange behavior, you asked if everything was okay with him, placing a gentle hand on his knee.

He looked up, startled, and forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... tired.”

You tilted your head, concern flickering in your eyes. “If you’re too tired, we can reschedule. It’s just—...”

“No!” He said quickly, then winced at his own outburst. “I mean, no, I want to be with you. It’s just... something’s come up.”