The roar of the crowd at the Quidditch pitch was overwhelming — cheers, whistles, and shouts echoing all around you. You hugged your arms close, trying to block out the noise, but the chaos pressed in too hard. It was too loud, too much.

Remus noticed right away. Without making a scene, he slid closer, his presence a calm anchor in the storm. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “Hey, you alright?”

You gave a small nod, but the tightness in your chest didn’t go unnoticed.

He reached out, gently squeezing your hand, his eyes searching yours. “Want to step away for a bit? Find somewhere quieter?”

You hesitated, but the comfort in his calm, steady gaze made the decision easy. Together, you slipped away from the crowd to the edge of the stands, where the noise softened to a dull hum.