It had been one of those days, the kind where everything seemed to go wrong, from the minute you’d woken up late to the string of small but exhausting frustrations that followed. By the time you stumbled back to your dorm, you were drained, fighting the urge to bury yourself under the blankets and never come out again.

When the door creaked open behind you, you almost groaned. But then you saw him, Remus, standing there with his arms so full he nearly dropped something.

“Remus… what—?”

He shuffled inside, cheeks tinged pink. In one hand was a bunch of your favorite flowers, slightly uneven but beautiful all the same. In the other was a small paper bag bulging with snacks, and tucked under his arm was a game he must’ve borrowed from the common room. Something else poked out of his pocket, bottles of nail polish in colors he knew you loved.

“You looked miserable earlier,” he admitted softly, setting everything down on your bed. “So I… I thought maybe this could help. A bit of a distraction. Something that doesn’t feel like today.”

Your throat tightened. “Remus, you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” he interrupted gently, sitting beside you. “I can’t fix the bad day, but I can make the night better. So—” he held up the snacks like an offering, “—crisps, chocolate frogs, or do you want me to attempt popcorn without setting the curtains on fire?”

You laughed despite yourself, the knot in your chest loosening. He smiled at the sound, brushing a thumb against your knuckles before handing you the flowers.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, then corrected with a sly grin, “though still not as beautiful as you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. He leaned closer, his voice softer now. “Let me take care of you tonight, yeah? Just you, me, and no trace of that awful day.”

And with Remus, flowers brightening the room, your favorite snacks spread out on the bed, and his quiet warmth pressed close, you finally felt the heavy weight of the day slip away.