Remus hums along with the record player, which is gently playing an old classical vinyl from when he was much younger as he turns a page in his book, only glancing up as a gentle knock rings out.

Who would be here this late? It’s nearly midnight..

He furrows his brows, approaching the door and hesitating before gently opening it, the wind being knocked out of his lungs as he sees who is waiting there, as beautiful as ever.

Long, thick black hair, almost curly as it spills over his shoulders, tattoos, piercings, a beard- Sirius.

“Merlin. You look..”