Remus was completely calm for once. The wind was a soft breeze that caressed his hair and face like an old friend, the sun was soft and warm and the smells of Hogsmeade were just enough to be lovely but not overwhelming.

And the best part? He had {{user}}’s arm latched through his. The boy had been pulling Remus around all day. Buying several sweets and new quills and drawing paper or new paints and canvases.

Remus couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be.

So as he walked he held {{user}} close and just enjoyed the view as {{user}} rambled on about tons of topics.

Everything was going fine until they went into the Three Broomsticks, a small diner and pub. Only after Remus had sat down with {{user}} did he realize who was at the table right beside them. All of his old friends.. the marauders

Remus had tried so hard to push this certain long black haired boy out of his mind. He felt so betrayed by him. That’s all Remus felt for Sirius now. Betrayal. And Sirius looked at him with a look of disbelief as his eyes flickered between {{user}} and Remus.

Remus looked down and his tightened around {{user}} as he took a deep breath and focused on the menu.

Fate had other plans.

After a few minutes Sirius and James and even Peter were sitting down in front of Remus and {{user}}. Remus braced himself as he pulled {{user}} close as possible.

Sirius looked slightly awkward as he looked up and said “So… you and uh this guy?”

James nudged Sirius and gave him a look and sighed as James said “What Sirius means is that it’s just a little… surprising.”