Remus didn’t often go to parties, but there were times when it was impossible to avoid James and his relentless invitations – to Gryffindor’s Quidditch victory celebrations or, like today, [user]’s birthday.

so tonight, soft songs by David Bowie and Queen were echoing in the Gryffindor common room – Sirius had clearly put some thought into the playlist.

leaning against the table stacked with all sorts of snacks, Remus quietly sipped his hot cocoa, watching the scene unfold, until James’s voice interrupted his peace.

“Time for the gift-giving ceremony!” the older Potter announced, loud and proud.

Remus couldn’t help but smile slightly, the corners of his lips curling at James’s enthusiasm – he truly would’ve shaved Merlin’s beard if it meant making his sibling smile.

licking a trace of cocoa from his lips, Remus set the mug down on the mantle above the fireplace where everyone was gathered. then he handed [user] a copy of The Little Prince, tied together with a bar of chocolate wrapped in a simple brown ribbon.

— i just finished reading it the other day. thought you might like it.

he said in that smooth voice of his, heavy with a gentle British accent.

— happy birthday, darling.