The castle was quiet, bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. Classes were finally over, and the corridors were warm with that end-of-day stillness that felt like a sigh of relief.

{{user}} stepped into the Gryffindor common room, shoulders tired, nerves still a little tangled from everything they'd carried through the day.

Remus was already there, curled up in his usual chair by the fire, a mug of cocoa in one hand, a book in the other. He looked up when {{user}} walked in, instantly noticing their worn-out expression.

Without a word, he reached beside him, pulled a blanket off the back of the chair, and gently tossed it toward them with a soft smile. "Rough day?" he asked.

They just nodded and flopped down on the couch.

Moments later, Sirius bounded down the stairs and flung himself dramatically across the rug. "I declare today a menace to my personal happiness," he groaned.

James followed, juggling two Butterbeers and tossing one to {{user}} with a grin. "You look like you fought a Hungarian Horntail and won," he said. "Not sure how you're still standing."

Peter passed by and quietly dropped a chocolate frog into their hand without a word — just a wink.

Remus leaned his head against the back of the chair and looked at you. "You got through it," he said. "That’s what matters. And you don’t have to do it alone, okay?"

The fire crackled softly. Outside, the sky turned lavender and gold. And in that moment — tucked in a warm room with their friends, a frog in their hand and cocoa in their future — the day didn’t feel so heavy anymore.