A light breeze blew across Hogwarts campus.
It rustled the leaves of the bushes on the grounds, the tree which Lily Evans was sitting under. It rustled the leaves of the Whomping Willow, and the Willow, annoyed, retaliated by killing several nearby birds.
It ruffled through the hair of several first-year girls, who screeched and giggled, causing that same Lily Evans to glare at them, annoyed.
It made a brown-haired girl by the lake, busy writing in her notebook, pause. She turned her head, smiled, and began writing ever more furiously.
It made a black-haired boy just on the stairs back into Hogwarts pause, too.
Sirius Black's silver eyes glinted. He'd always been a fan of the wind.
The wind, however, much like a rock star, could not stop to appreciate its fans, and instead continued on to the third highest tower at Hogwarts, where a window was open, red velvet curtains drawn aside, where, clearly through a window, a boy could be seen.
Remus sat cross-legged on his bed, reading a very thick, dusty, old book. Any outsider might observe that he was strangely focused on his work- his eyes were sharp, zeroed in on the task at hand.
But James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, or Sirius Black could've told you otherwise.
They could've told you that judging by the glint in his eye, he was thinking up another prank. That by the twitch in his fingers, he fancied someone and was thinking about them. That in the way his sand-colored hair fell into his eyes- something he would never otherwise allow to happen, no matter how absorbing the task was- he fancied them quite a lot.
However, neither Peter nor Sirius were available at the moment- Peter being currently occupied with a girl named Marie Valvis in a broom closet on the seventh floor, and Sirius being currently charging up a flight of stairs- but James was. And he observed all this, and wondered who this girl was that Remus fancied so much.
The wind chose this moment to gust inside. Remus paid no attention to the sudden exclamation of "shite!" from James Potter and did not look up as he leapt to his feet, swearing, as several pieces of parchment on the bed next to him- Peter's- flew into the air, and, by consequence, his face. In fact, a bystander might think that Remus hadn't noticed it at all but for the tiny smirk that curved his mouth upward.
"I think it's a rather nice breeze, actually," Remus said, not glancing up from the page.
"Breeze? That was a bloody tornado!" James replied, looking angrily out the window. He went to slam it shut-
"Please don't." Remus said.
James paused halfway there, and turned. "Why not?"
"Because I like the breeze."
"Well, I don't." He went all the way to the window and had his hand on the metal frame, about to bang it shut when-
"It's a full moon tonight."
"So?" James retorted, hating himself when he snapped about Remus' "times of the month".
"It's just... I like to feel the wind before I... before it happens. So I feel more human."
"You are human, Moony." James retorted, but let go of the window. "You use that as an excuse far too often."
Remus' mouth twitched. "So?"
James shook his head, grinning, then cast about for something to take Remus' mind off the fact that he had precious few hours before he would become a savage, raving beast.
"So who is this girl you fancy so much, Remus?"
Remus' hand shook. "What?" he asked, a bit too quickly.
James smiled conspiratorially. "C'mon, Rem, who-"
At that moment, Sirius Black came bursting through the door (he never simply walked in- he always burst), and James immediately took notice as Remus shook his hair out of his eyes, snapped his book shut (showing Sirius the attention James had never gotten from Remus), swung his legs over the side of the bed, and blushed.
It was the blush that interested James Potter.
So it wasn't a girl Remus was interested in, after all.
