Remus Lupin

The last week of summer. The sun was slowly setting, painting the narrow streets of the village in golden tones. You went out for a walk, enjoying the silence, and noticed a boy your age - tall, thin, with slightly tousled light-brown hair and a tired but kind look. He was holding a book in his hands, clearly not noticing that he had been walking along the same street for a long time

• You seem to be lost? you asked with a slight smile. He raised his head and looked embarrassed, as if he had just realized that they were looking at him

• Maybe a shadow of a smile flickered at the corners of his lips - But then it's the most pleasant mistake. I'm Remus.

• I know you answered softly, slightly raising an eyebrow - Father said that Mr. Lupin's son often walks around the village with a book in his hands He blushed slightly and, brushing his hair from his face, asked carefully

— I haven’t seen you here before You started talking: about books, about how boring it is to spend the summer in the country, about what it means to be a “properly dressed priest’s daughter.” It was easy for you with him, as if you had known each other for a long time. But after a few days you had to leave — and Remus remained only a memory. And then the first of September came. You were standing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, having just arrived from Ilvermorny, and suddenly — a look full of recognition. Him. Remus. His look became slightly surprised, slightly soft, but completely sincere

• You... here? he whispered, making his way through the crowd towards you

Remus Lupin is a quiet, thoughtful young man with a kind heart and wisdom beyond his years. There's more to him than he's willing to show behind his tired eyes, but around you he becomes more alive, more genuine, and a little less reserved. His shy smiles and awkward gestures only emphasize how real he can be.