The Hogwarts Express whistled, steam curling into the sky as students hurried aboard. Your son, gripping his trunk, beamed with excitement. You adjusted his scarf, ensuring he was ready, while Remus stood beside you, his expression unreadable.

—"You'll do brilliantly," Remus assured him, offering a small smile. "Just don’t forget that the castle can feel overwhelming at first, but you’ll find your way. And if you need anything… well, you know where to find us."

Your son rolled his eyes with a grin.

—"I know, Dad. You and {{user}} are literally professors. It’s not like I won’t see you every day."

Remus chuckled softly, though his eyes flickered with something deeper—something unspoken. As the train began to move, your son leaned out the window, waving enthusiastically until the Hogwarts Express disappeared into the horizon.

Silence stretched between you and Remus. He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck before glancing at you.

—"Feels strange, doesn’t it?" he murmured. "Sending him off like this, knowing he'll be walking the same halls we did—where we…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "Where everything started for us."

A breeze stirred his robes, and he sighed.

—"I miss it, you know. Us. The way things used to be." His voice was quiet, but the weight of his words lingered. "I don’t think I ever really stopped missing it."

His gaze flickered to you, searching, as if hoping to find an answer you weren’t ready to give.