remus always changed over the summers.

it was to be expected, considering he was going from a preppy academy for magic back to the poor boys home where he grew up.

it was the same routine every year; he got back, they shaved his hair, locked his wand and trunk away, and threw him back in with the rest of the boys.

he always became rougher, when he was with them. they had him steal, fight, and the full moons still affected him.

you hadn’t seen him since the beginning of the summer, so the sight of him at the hogwarts express was a shock.

he was taller than he’d been (how in merlin was he still growing), he had a few new scars, and he was wearing muggle clothes.

when he saw you he nodded in greeting, hazel eyes tracing over your face.

“ ‘s been awhile.”

his scottish accent had become more prevalent, a cigarette between his lips.

damn.