Morning Walk
Theme #4: Cold Body

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It'd snowed the night before. Remus loved the winter, just because of the snow. He enjoyed walking through the pristine white and leaving his footprints in the snow. It was just something he'd always enjoyed doing, even as a little boy.

Remus had managed to convince Sirius to go on a walk with him. Typically, Sirius was more inclined to have a snowball fight after the first snowfall. After a snowball fight, Sirius was more disposed to annoy James as he tried to woo Lily with a snowwoman magically morphed to look like her. Having a peaceful walk along the castle grounds was not something Sirius would choose to do. But it was hard to argue against Remus when he had his mind set.

The clouds in the sky threatened to spill more snow later that afternoon, and that cheered Remus considerably. He rubbed his hands together and blew warm air into them, trying to bring feeling back to the cold limbs.

"You should have put some gloves on," Sirius scolded, but he, too, wasn't wearing any mittens.

"I suppose so," Remus agreed, frowning at his pink fingers. He glanced at Sirius and waved his hands in a dismissing manner. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

"I wasn't," Sirius defended, but they both knew he worried about Remus.

They walked in silence, but Remus felt it was a nice parallel to the peacefulness of the scenery around them. Remus enjoyed walks in winter. The entire world was untouched and a glittering white.

As they walked, Remus stepped a bit closer to Sirius. Their arms brushed each other occasionally, but neither made a move to separate again. Remus could feel the warmth of Sirius' body rolling off him in waves.

Their cheeks were pink from the cool winter wind. As they breathed, puffs of white filtered up towards the sky.

And as they walked, Remus reached out his hand and grasped Sirius'. His fingers wrapped around Sirius' and the said dark-haired boy smiled at the ground as he walked.

"Your hands are cold," Sirius muttered.

"Sorry," Remus apologized, but refused to remove his hand. Sirius made no move to do so, either.

Sirius paused in his step and Remus nearly tripped. With their hands still firmly interlocked, Sirius used his other hand to slowly unwind the Gryffindor scarf around his neck. The gold and red banded material looked quite inviting and warm.

Remus was about to speak before Sirius moved and wrapped the scarf around Remus' neck.

"You look cold as death," Sirius said, his cheeks turning pink from a combination of winter wind and his embarrassment.

The scarf was warm from being on Sirius's neck. Remus smiled shyly and looked at the ground. He squeezed his hand.

"Thank you," Remus whispered.

Sirius grunted and looked away sheepishly. He cleared his throat and started walking again, tugging Remus along and saying nothing more.

Remus smiled and snuggled into the warmth Sirius' scarf provided his chilled neck. Life was good.

They walked together in silence.