“Reveal your secrets,” she whispered, trying not to be too loud.

Then, red ink—dark ink—appeared on the pages. The script was almost perfect, like someone with perfect penmanship. It had her name in the center of the page. Rose. 

Remus sighed deeply and put his hands on his face. They still hadn’t talked to each other alone since she kissed him on the lips. She still didn’t regret it, but if he didn’t want to be with her, she didn’t mind. Maybe they wouldn’t ever speak about it.

“About that night,” he started.

Or maybe they would.

“James Cassius Potter, I swear on Merlin’s beard that if you don’t let me walk outside with what I’m wearing, I will hex you into oblivion. That is, after I show Lily Evans those specific drawings of her that you drew.”

James lost his color, along with his breath. She watched James shudder and nodded slowly.

“I don’t want to threaten you again, Jamie,” Rose’s innocent voice came out.

James nodded as Rose let go of his shirt and waved goodbye to the other boys.