A/N: Firstly a big thank you to the story follows This always makes me happy to see :) This chapter focuses on Remus' point of view. I will be alternating p.o.v throughout this story. It's been a while since I've written as Remus, so please forgive any mistakes. I will attempt to get better! Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you. :)

Remus dutifully followed this refreshingly cheerful and intriguing woman as she led the way to the back of the shop, her blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders. He was amazed at how casually she'd taken his appearance in her stride, it was not often that people could cast a thorough look at him without either sneering or simply walking in the opposite direction.

It had taken all his strength to find the nerve to make the short trip to Diagon Alley this afternoon, but he'd known the minute he'd looked at his dress robes that he had no choice in the matter; especially with the new school term a matter of weeks away. Of course, he'd waited until he knew the cobbled street would be quiet, like he always did. However when he'd stepped through the door of Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, he'd been most surprised to see a young woman, and no sign of Madam Malkin. His lips twitched slightly to display a small hint of a smirk, his entrance had caused a surprise all of its own as well. His finger absently trailed across his lips as the memory of seeing this woman's pale skin flushed pink floated to the forefront. It had been thrilling, only he wasn't quite sure why.

"Here we are.. Now, which colour would you like?"

Remus' eyebrows knitted together as he considered her question, he'd never taken to giving much thought about his appearance and had always favoured mute colours; so as to not draw attention to himself. "I do like the colour I have" He glanced down at the extremely worn sleeve of his current dress robes and chuckled softly to himself. "Or rather, had" Brown eyes met blue and he was surprised to see such an amused look on her face, he rarely raised a smile from other people these days. This one thing was the key factor in his disbelief that this woman was any relative of Madam Malkin. For starters she was far too happy, not that this was an abhorrent quality, in fact he found it quite enchanting; but everyone knew that Madam Malkin did not have a sunny disposition. He was snatched from his musings as her small hand softly ran over his sleeve, and he watched her with barely contained curiosity as she examined the fabric for a brief moment.

"I believe the colour was slate grey?"

The way her forehead creased as she looked at him quizzically was in the most simplest of terms, adorable and he found himself smiling a little deeper. "Yes, I do vaguely remember it resembling a grey.." He glanced down at his arm once more, realising that her hand had not moved from its spot. The sensation was odd, almost soothing but it had been such a long time since he'd allowed anyone to touch him for a prolonged period of time without jerking away from the contact. He blinked slowly and cleared his throat in an attempt to signal his own feelings of awkwardness before lifting his soft gaze to look at her. Once again, he found himself looking at her adorable expression with a fond one of his own, especially when realisation and embarrassment spread across her face like wildfire.

"My sincere apologies Mr Lupin!"

He watched as she attempted to shake the red from her cheeks with an almost confused expression upon his features. There was no reason for her to feel so embarrassed, was there? His normally sharp mind seemed to process this situation far too slowly for his liking. What was it that he was missing? And why did it bother him so much? "I wonder if it would be possible for a lighter fabric choice could be used this time around?" He lightly sniffed, his change of subject more of a distraction to his own mind than to alleviate her obvious embarrassment. "I know I said I knew very little about fabrics, and that is indeed correct. However, I feel as though these dress robes I'm currently wearing were a little on the heavy side" He frowned at the garment currently hanging limply from his body.

"Of course! We can make it exactly as you wish Mr Lupin"

Remus nodded with satisfaction at her words, she really was doing everything she possibly could to put his needs first, a concept that was completely foreign to him as an individual but not necessarily as a customer, which meant finally he was seeing evidence that she was in fact related to Madam Malkin. His head tilted to one side as she appeared to be searching for a suitable fabric, he tucked a hand into his pocket and listened as she began to hum happily to herself as she worked; a light and airy sound that was relaxing. How had such a bright spirit been hidden from him for so long? He'd been coming to this shop faithfully every year and not once had he ever met or even heard of Daniella Malkin, a fact that perplexed him immensely. "Have you been working here long?" He scratched at his cheek softly before continuing, reasoning that his tone could be perceived as accusatory. "I'm just trying to understand why I've never had the chance to meet you before now"

He smiled as she turned her head to face him, he felt almost like he'd known her far longer than he had in actuality, and he felt as though they'd been friends for so long. Of course, as wonderful as that feeling was he was no fool, he'd have to fight his instincts in order to maintain a distance that would enable her complete safety. As her lips spread into a warm and bright smile, he knew that it would take all of his strength to do this.

"Just a few days this time, although I used to help most summers when I was at Hogwarts"

Remus nodded softly at her answer. "Will you be staying for long?" He had no real idea why he felt the intense urge to ask such a question, but they prompted his usual self loathing thoughts, one of them being that a woman as beautiful as she was would never wish to speak to him outside the confines of this shop. "I'm sure your aunt will be glad of the company" He added with a small sniff, avoiding her gaze.

"I doubt that she will Mr Lupin.."

He arched a brow at her words, sensing a small hint of resentment in her words. If he had to guess, there wasn't much love lost between Miss Malkin and her aunt, and like a moth drawn to a flame, he knew he had to discover the reason why.