Notes:
Moving this to my old account
Hi all! I discovered my old fanfiction account that's been inactive for years, so I'm republishing this story under that name: calmlyerratic. I'll leave this little snippet here for like a couple days or so until the next update. Thanks!
Remus
November 1st, 1995
"Do you remember what you asked me the first time we met?"
Under different circumstances, this had the potential to be an amorous question. Currently, it was merely a routine security measure to weed out any impostors attempting to enter 12 Grimmauld Place.
However, Remus Lupin did pride himself on subtle romantic gestures.
"Have you ever met a dark creature?" The figure in the doorway croaked, as if he'd been howling for hours.
"No, but I am one." Remus replied cheekily, following a warm smile. He had a kitchen towel draped over his shoulder and smelled of fresh herbs and chicken.
"Now hurry in, it's freezing and dinner's nearly ready." The figure that had spoken just stood there in the darkness. "I'm here," Remus encouraged, gently sliding his warm hand in Sirius's cold one. "But if that doesn't tempt you, the food might."
Sirius conceded with a little resistance, taking a last longing glance outside. Remus closed the old, crooked door with a great shifting creak.
"There," he said softly. This approach was halfway endearing and the other half caution, as not to wake the shrieking portrait of Wallburga.
Sirius's darling mum loomed behind them and faced forebodingly towards the front door, concealed behind thick drapery.
"Now, let's eat."