Remus couldn't help it, it was stronger than him. As soon as you appeared in his field of vision, his hazel eyes remained glued to you, admiring you from afar. You were so pretty, so perfect, so beautiful, that Remus felt his heart pounding and his cheeks rosy slightly.

Yet he knew that you were out of reach, that he could never be with you. You were Sirius's younger sister and Remus couldn't do that to his best friend. It was in the code of honor, you don't go out with the siblings of your dearest friends.

And anyway you were a pure blood and slytherin. Remus remembered in his head every time he looked at you a little too long. And he was a werewolf and half-blood of Gryffindor, he wasn't good enough for you.

But the heart has its reasons that reason does not know. So for what seemed like the thousandth time, Remus had his gaze fixed on you, across the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table for breakfast.