The early November snow fell softly, each flake a delicate whisper against the chill of an unforgiving wind. The landscape of Hogwarts was transformed into a winter wonderland, the stone towers glistening under the soft blanket of white. Yet amidst the picturesque scene, a tall figure draped in a warm brown coat frowned in mild frustration. Remus Lupin, his eyes glinting with a mix of concern and exasperation, watched as {{user}} burst from the castle, blissfully unaware of how ill-equipped she was for the freezing weather.

She wore an oversized jumper adorned with the emblem of her faculty, its cheerful colors contrasting sharply with the stark white around them. Snowflakes danced in her hair, collecting like tiny jewels, and for a fleeting moment, his heart warmed at the sight. But the warmth was quickly swallowed by worry—she was his favourite girl, and the chill clasping the air felt less like a gentle embrace and more like a threat.

“Merlin, help me,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his own hair, tinged with the remnants of a late night spent in exhausting contemplation. Even in the glow of early romance, the shadows of his burdens lingered. Scars from another night of transformation crisscrossed his knuckles, reminders of the monster he harbored within. He stepped forward, closing the space between them, pulling her into his arms, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the cold.

“You silly girl,” he chided lightly, though the fondness in his voice belied his grumpiness. “You’re going to get sick at this rate.”

With a sigh that mingled exasperation and affection, he wrapped his scarf around her neck, tugging it tight to shield her from the biting wind. Her laughter danced in the air, like the snowflakes around them, and despite his protests, Remus couldn’t help but feel that perhaps their little winter adventure was worth the discomfort of his worries.