Remus padded across his kitchen in an old threadbare pair of socks, and set about making himself what must have been his 15th cup of tea for the day. He really ought to cut back. So Remus made a conscious decision whilst stirring in the sugar to limit himself to 10 cups. Or maybe 13. Yes, he thought he could manage that. He blew on his tea and walked back with it into his little, but cozy, sitting room and sat down in the armchair next to the window. The snow was really started to come down out there, and he could hear the wind howling through his fireplace, which was merrily crackling away. Whilst he sat there drinking his tea, he began to reminisce about the many winters that he'd spent in this little house, some alone, others with the only other person that he'd ever truly loved, who was now incarcerated in Azkaban, the wizarding prison. He shook his head, as if he could shake away the memories that plagued him and sat his cup down on the coffee table. The coffee table that Sirius had bought for him. He remembered that Sirius had been so pleased with his find in the second-hand furniture shop that he insisted that Remus covered his eyes as Sirius led him into the sitting room for the 'grand unveiling' as he called it. Remus smiled sadly at this thought, remembering the look of pure happiness on Sirius' face when Remus kissed him and told him how wonderful it was. He stroked the little table, as if this small act could bring Sirius back to him. You shouldn't be going down this path old man, thought Remus to himself. You'll only end up remembering things that should be left forgotten. He agreed with himself, and rose from the armchair to try to find something to occupy him, and ended up wandering over to the bookcase next to the fireplace. He eyes flickered over many the volumes before coming to rest on something that looked like it didn't belong there. He frowned and pulled out and old scrap book that had written on it in his own writing 'The Marauders- The Hogwarts Years.' His breath caught in his throat as he remembered that this was a little scrapbook that he had put together over the years he had been at school and contained everything from photos of the old gang to plans that they had drawn up for the Marauders Map. He lightly drummed his fingers on the covers, debating whether he should open the book up, or return it to its' place on the bookcase. But hadn't that decision already been made for him? Remus thought so. He placed the scrapbook on the table and walked back into the kitchen and made himself his 16th cup of tea, though this time he added some of Odgens' Firewhiskey .I'll need it, thought Remus as he returned to the armchair, the snow and wind outside forgotten. He picked up the book and started to plod down memory lane.