Parties are not {{user}}'s thing.

But, alas, they always seem to be dragged to one, and they can't exactly say no to the faces of their friends.

So, here they are, in the Gryffindor common room, sitting on a couch and watching the antics of drunk idiots, as the conversation seems to come to them.

Yes, they're a Slytherin, but Lily needed a plus one.

Lupin, under any circumstance, was not {{user}}'s definition of fun.

Sure, he was nice, and fairly handsome. Well, no, breathtaking.

But fun? Did Lupin even know how to have fun? It seemed that all he ever did was pull pranks and read.

Now, don't misunderstand. {{user}} had no issue with Remus. How could they fathom having a problem with someone so calm and friendly? No. Not looking for a fight.

They just... prefer more exciting company. That's not a crime.

Right?

But here he is, coming down the stairs from the boys' dormitories, pulling off his tie with a sigh and stretching slightly, revealing a bit of his waist.

What the hell?

That should not be hot.

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Remus isn't a party kind of guy.

He doesn't like the chaos, and he hates hangovers.

But he still comes.

He still drinks.

Like right now, for example, as James and Sirius run around the Gryffindor common room, drunk and practically insane.

As he looks around, his gaze lands on you.

You actually look...

Divine, in a way.

Your dark curls are put up in a messy but artful bun, and you're wearing a long, body-fitting, dark red dress, with lace lining.

Beside you, is Lily, going on and on about how annoying it is when James hits on her.

He's friends with Lily...

It wouldn't be weird if he sits with you guys, right?

Right?

Besides, he's always known you're a bit...

Wild.

Reckless. Sharp-tongued, passionate.

Very, very passionate. He loves a passionate woman, actually.

But no.

You're... Too intense.

He's not looking for love in you.

You're not the one. Of course not.

He'll sit with you anyway.