January brings dinner parties at the Potter's and evenings at the pub, as well as an unusual abundance of snow England isn't immensely accustomed to.

It's a Sunday and James and Lily have invited people round again for a roast, cinnamon and candles warming the place up.

Stomachs happily bloated, there's a lazy conversation lingering in the living room, when you remember what day of the week it is, and realise what time it is.

With a jolt, you spring up from the couch. "Sorry! Just remembered I've got work tomorrow, and I'm gonna have to walk in this!"

Before you can move to grab your coat or put your shoes on, Remus is getting to his feet. "Might I walk with you?" he offers. How can you say no?