Remus had always felt this.. pull towards {{user}} since they had first met on the train. He didn’t understand it at first; the feeling in his chest when you were close by, and the giddiness he’d feel. He knew you didn’t feel the same way. He was lanky, scar ridden, and had a short temper. That wasn’t pretty. It made him frustrated in a way that he didn’t look how Sirius did. Damned good genes.

He had just finished selling the rest of his cig packs, and was walking down the hallway, steps echoing. Until he heard a pitter-pattering of more behind him.