The Gryffindor common room buzzed with life—laughter spilling over enchanted music, firelight flickering across flushed faces. It felt like everyone had packed themselves into the room to celebrate the end of exams: James was still dancing wildly on a table, Sirius had disappeared with someone toward the boys’ dorms, and Marlene was deep in a tipsy debate near the fireplace.

You found yourself tucked away on one of the windowsills, knees drawn up, drink in hand, watching it all unfold from a comfortable distance.

“Too much?” came a familiar voice beside you.

You turned, unsurprised to find Remus hovering nearby, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a mug. His tie was undone, shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, hair slightly mussed from the humidity of too many bodies in one room.