The marauders were at a Halloween party with you, Remus was clinging onto you like his life depended on it.

The costume contest had just happened, and the award for scariest costume had been given to some dressed like a werewolf.

Remus was crying into your shoulder, the other marauders were getting high and full of booze, you had to comfort him as his Bowie face paint ran down his face due to his tears.

“I-I’m a monster!” He sobbed “t-they think I-I’m terrifying!”