He never imagined he’d set foot within the walls of Hogwarts again after he’d graduated so long ago. The corridors and lengthy halls held such bittersweet memories he couldn’t dare to resent, instead, there was a deep-rooted sense of longing within his heart that yearned for things to be as simple as they’d once been before. All his pining was met with silence and his posters remained unanswered.

Remus found himself wandering the corridors late at late to feel what he’d one felt in his youth, but being alone with only the company of ghouls and rats did nothing to soothe his aching heart. He’d agreed to return for the year as a teacher, a choice he found himself to enjoy so far even with the pain. The students reignited his passions, gave him purpose — life. He had a reason to drag himself out of bed, a reason to smile again.