A/N: This story's pairing came about from the world of Harry Potter Roleplay, where I was so lucky to find an amazing co-writer. This story you see here isn't a joint effort, but without that original Roleplay #Redan would never have existed and I don't feel it's right to take all the credit. #Redan is an extremely special pairing to me and I hope that you guys all love it as much as I do. Thank you.

Two hours. That's precisely how long she had been sat behind this desk, bored out of her mind.

Daniella was not a woman who coped well with boredom, and she'd desperately hoped when her aunt Flora had asked her to keep an eye on the shop, that there would be more to do than this. She half snorted, her aunt would probably say sitting behind the desk was an important part of the job, presenting customers with a good first impression when they entered the shop and that she should be grateful to be given this particular task. Her eyes lazily flickered over to the small clock that sat on the desk. It was ticking loudly, a maddeningly irritating noise that only seemed to mock her and the fact that she was alone as it echoed around the shop. She let out a deep puff of air from her mouth and rested her chin on one hand, tapping the nails of her other hand against the wooden surface of the desk; surely there had to be something she could do?

Pushing her seat back from the desk, Daniella stood and slowly began to wander around her aunt's shop. It was one of the well known shops in Diagon Alley, and looking at the garments that stood on display and the quality of the work that they possessed, it was easy to see how nearly every witch and wizard knew of Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. A part of her envied her aunt's skill, but what Daniella lacked in seamstress skills, she more than made up for in drawing designs for the clothes. Not that her aunt Flora would ever let Daniella design anything for her shop, but she still kept a little sketchbook in which she drew various dress designs.

Daniella was just in the middle of examining what appeared to be an extremely intricate hemming stitch on one of the many dress robes that were hung on display when the small bell above the door tinkled. The echoing noise that the bell made round the quiet shop caused her to jump and she proceeded to knock over one of the mannequins as she turned to see who had walked through the door. "Oh bother!" She exclaimed, her cheeks burning a bright red as she desperately set about trying to pick it up so that she could attempt to save some of her dignity.

"Please, let me help you"

Daniella's head jerked up at the sound of a man's voice and she smiled sheepishly at him as he quickly strode forward and bent down to help. "Thank you" She murmured, the flush of her cheeks lessening as her eyes moved over his features. "I think I should have stayed sitting down" She added with a light laugh as between them they placed the fallen mannequin back in it's rightful place, not that he would have any idea to what she was referring.

"No harm done"

Daniella nodded softly at the man's words, appreciating them and the genial smile he gave her. His deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as he glanced around the shop. This brief moment of silence between them allowed her to properly look at her hero of the hour. He was tall for starters, although not much more so than herself. Brown hair with small flecks of grey that were only noticeable upon closer examination. Then there were the scars that lined his face, each one varied in length and depth and she wondered how they'd been inflicted upon him. There was something else about him too. Although his whole demeanour spoke of a kind and without a doubt, most gentle man, it seemed as though he didn't wish to be seen; as though disappearing into a large crowd of people would be most satisfactory to him.

"Is Madam Malkin in? Only I've a serious need of her skills right now"

The sound of his voice snapped Daniella out of her reverie, her teeth softly sunk into her bottom lip and she shook her head gently, her blonde curls bouncing slightly as she did so. "I'm afraid she isn't. Can I help?" She suddenly tutted at herself, the previous flush of her cheeks returning as realisation sunk in that he had absolutely no clue who she was. "I'm sorry, where are my manners!" She gently held out her hand to him and smiled brightly. "Daniella Malkin. I'm Flora's niece"

The man's face lit up with a warm smile and he took her hand in his. "Remus Lupin. And as I'm sure you're aware, I need some new dress robes"

It was only after this last comment that Daniella even noticed his general appearance. His current dress robes had clearly seen better days, in fact, his entire outfit looked like they'd been through hell and back. He was still handsome though, in a rugged way, in fact he was in her honest opinion far more handsome than most of the wealthier customers who sauntered into the shop; he was modest and modesty was an admirable quality in her eyes.

"Well Mr Lupin, I can take your measurements and I'm sure my aunt Flora will attend to your order as soon as she returns" Daniella spoke softly and smiled at him. "Perhaps, we could choose the colour and fabric whilst you're here too?" She tilted her head gently to one side as she looked at him before lifting her hand to point at the reams of fabric that were stacked on the shelves in the far corner of the shop. "Between you and me, that's one of my favourite parts of the job" She added with a soft giggle. "Only don't tell my aunt, I don't think she'd be too happy to hear me say that!"

"I promise that I shall not breath a word of your confession Miss Malkin. And as I'm completely clueless about fabrics I shall let you make that decision, especially if you enjoy it" He grinned and lifted his arm as though waiting for her to take the lead. "After you"

Daniella smiled almost shyly at his words and gesture, he was also a perfect gentleman it seemed. Her eyes flickered to the small clock on the desk as she led the way to the back of the shop and a small triumphant smile tugged at her lips.

Two hours and twenty minutes, and she was no longer bored.