it was a late hour on christmas. the marauders had already celebrated their part, leaving you sitting by the fireplace, which was kept alive by the Incendio spell combined with a fire-maintaining charm.

in the background, a vinyl record of David Bowie's Wild Is The Wind played, breaking the silence of the Gryffindor common room on that cold night. though, no matter how cold it was, the blood of the teenagers warmed by alcohol could not be surpassed.

swaying to the rhythm of the song, you were interrupted by the familiar scent of chocolate and cinnamon. Remus.

approaching you with two cups of hot chocolate, he handed you one and sat beside you on the floor.

for a moment, he stayed silent, listening to the song. he licked his lips from the drink, and while gazing at the fire in the hearth, he began a casual conversation.

– so, Wild Is The Wind? Good choice. but i would have played As The World Falls Down for this evening.

the brown-haired guy mumbled, glancing at you with a slight glint in his eyes, while the corners of his lips curved into a slight smile that beckoned you to smile back.