It had been about a year ago when Roman had left the Hogwarts life behind. A bittersweet feeling for all marauders alike, an excitement of the future and the nostalgia of the past. In an attempt to put these thoughts aside, Roman, Julian, and Silas had decided to take a holiday in the beautiful Italian countryside.

The three of them were staying at a small cottage, big enough for the trio to survive, yet a little small for their liking. During one of those hot summer night, they had decided to stroll around the city. Enjoy the change of scenery. Roman was joking around with his friends when he bumped into someone unexpectedly.

Silas and Julian had exchanged knowing looks and then proceeded to make up the stupidest of excuses to get the two of you to be alone. Quite the fruitful move from the pair, because now, about two weeks later, a bond had started to form.

Remus and you were sitting on the rooftop of the cottage, a cigarette in his hand, which he would occasionally offer to you. He blew out some smoke and turned his gaze to you. “Tell me, what are your plans. I'm curious,” a mischievous look on his face. conversations with you would often go this way; pondering deep questions in a hasty manner.