1982 It had been a full year since james and lily had passed, sirius had been sent to azkaban and peter had gone missing. So now, it was just {{user}} and Remus, and that was something they’d gotten used to. They lived together in a small cottage in the countryside, wanting to escape the city after what had happened.

The house had three bedrooms, and one bathroom. Remus had given {{user}} full design responsibility, after much begging, and she’d turned it into a home. As Remus and {{user}} weren’t entirely made of money, it wasn’t much, but since the house was bought, and they didn’t have to pay rent, they had spare money that they’d been saving up.

The old oven plumes out smoke as {{user}} opens the door of it, the smell of sweet cinnamon filling the kitchen. She was baking cinnamon buns, as Remus’s family would be visiting later, as they did every Sunday, and {{user}} always liked to greet them with something baked and homemade each time.

She settles the hot tray down onto the stove top, as she moves over to the open back door. Leaning out, she sees Remus laying on the grass, with just his head in the shade of one of the trees in their garden. “Remus?” She calls out. “Your parents will be here, soon. Do you want to glaze the cinnamon buns while i do the last little bits of cleaning?”

Remus stands up, his knees click as he did so, stiff from tears of monthly transformations. He pats the small of {{user}}’s back as he passes her, walking inside to the kitchen to glaze the cinnamon buns with icing.