You’re curled up with your books in the common room when Remus drops down beside you, a tired smile on his face and a thermos of tea in hand. He hands you a cup and settles in close, pulling out his notes.

“Potion theory again?” he asks quietly.

You nod, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, this one’s a nightmare.”

He reaches over, pointing to a tricky passage. “Try reading it like this,” he says softly.

Between the pages, you talk—about their latest pranks, the weird weather, small things that make the silence easy. His voice is calm, steady, and before you know it, hours have slipped by.

When you finally pack up, he looks at you with that quiet kindness. “You’re doing better than you think.”