Remus adjusted his coat, shifting it more comfortably around his shoulders as he readjusted his grip on the walking cane. His steps were steady but slow, each one a little heavier than usual. Last night’s transformation had been brutal, leaving him weak and tired. It was written plainly on his face, and though the scratches and bruises were hidden beneath his clothes, he could still feel them with every movement.

A midnight stroll had become a habit of his, a small attempt to shake off the exhaustion and clear his head. The fresh air and quiet were usually enough to help, even if only a little.

As he stepped over a small puddle, the light of the moon peeked out from behind the clouds. He glanced up, taking in the familiar sight. The moon was his worst enemy and, strangely, his closest companion—a constant presence in his life that he couldn’t escape. The thought lingered briefly before he looked away.

Remus continued his walk through the Forbidden Forest, his cane tapping softly against the uneven ground.