It should have been a class like any other, but for some reason there was a note saying, “Meet us at Honeydukes at 8 p.m.” You were nervous, of course certain it was some student’s joke. And yet something pulled at you like a moth to a flame. You took your cane and made your way toward Hogsmeade.

When the smell of chocolate reached your nostrils, you slowed, scanning the shop for something or someone you couldn’t name. You found out the moment you looked up.

James: “Moony! Merlin, it’s been so long. When was the last time we saw each other? Harry’s christening? We were twenty.”

Sirius: “Moonbeam… well, this is unexpected. And honestly? You’ve aged interestingly, old friend.”