In a Few Days Time
It was a cold outside one evening in Remus Lupin's second year. Winter always brought those, and a small fire was burning warm shades of yellow, red, and orange in the hearth. Remus himself was curled up in a red armchair by the source of heat. His hair was mussed from a long day of working, and in his pale hands rested one of his favourite Muggle classics, A Midsummer Night's Dream. A dull breeze blew outside, casting the clouds away from an almost full moon, and the light streamed in through the window, casting more shadows across the scarred man's face than the light from the fire already was. Remus sighed. In a few days time, he wouldn't have the comforts of the Gryffindor common room. He would be a wolf, out in the Shrieking Shack, alone in the cold.
