You’re dancing around the kitchen to the music that’s playing on the record player, unaware of Remus standing in the doorway with a stupid grin on his face.

The war has been over for a few months, Voldemort has been defeated and everyone is trying to restore what he broke.

Remus walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, startling you, when you jump from surprise he laughs. “Someone’s jumpy.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “What’s got you dancing, love?”