The great hall is buzzing. Students clamber into their seats at their houses tables. Because it's a weekend, they are permitted to sit on other tables. Today you're sitting at Gryffindor table with the marauders.

James is flirting with Lily, who's telling him off for the upteenth time. Peter is on his fifth sandwich. Sirius is annoying Mary, who's being stared at by Marlene.

Remus is pouring coffee - and looking at you.

You, who doesn't particularly get hungry at breakfast time. Or lunch. Mostly only dinner. You prefer snacks. Fruits, the casualty pastry, mostly sweets when you feel sick. And of course, Remus is paying very close attention to it.

He slides off two eggs from his plate - he's got six on them, the boy has a shocking metabolism - onto yours which only has a small selection of fruits and a slice of untouched toast. He ignores the way you look at him. "Eat." Says Remus. You know he's not asking.