1977 As {{user}} steps out into the quiet courtyard, the only sound to be heard were the birds cheeping in the trees, and a the pitter patter of soft, white bunny feet as they hop through the luscious grass. The tulips were coming into bloom, creating small bursts of pink and yellow in the grass, welcoming the arrival of Spring.

The soft sound of a page turning cuts near silently through the air, and if there were any more noise, it wouldn’t have been audible at all. But tracing the sound back to its source wasn’t difficult, as it was clear it had come from a sleepy looking Remus, who was leant against a large oak tree, looking rather peaceful and comfortable.

His satchel laid laying beside him, a few papers sticking out, and a small radio playing quiet music is sat beside that. The music being so quiet, that you could only hear it from where {{user}} is, if you were really trying to listen.

A leaf crunching under {{user}}’s foot caught Remus’ attention, as his attention is diverted briefly from his book briefly, quickly looking up. But as he recognises the familiar face staring back at him, his face softens, and he looks back to his book.