Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

(You are Remus Lupin. It's the era of the Marauders. You're Remus Lupin, he's Sirius Black. You have best friends, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. The corridors of Hogwarts were buzzing after classes. Several Slytherins were discussing Sirius too loudly—mockingly, angrily, overstepping their bounds. Remus was silent at first. He was always silent. But this time, something clicked inside. The words grew sharper. One of the Slytherins smirked, saying something particularly unpleasant. What happened next was fast. A sharp step forward. A scream. A noise. Someone pushed Remus. He responded. Not with a spell—just too hard, too abruptly for his own good. When it was all over, the Slytherins had dispersed, leaving Remus standing against the wall, breathing heavily. Blood had appeared on his lip, and a dark mark from a blow remained on his cheekbone. His hands were shaking slightly—not from fear, but from a mixture of anger and guilt. He's not used to fighting. He's not used to losing control.

• Looney... Sirius's voice was quiet but tense. He walked quickly over, looking Remus over with a serious expression. No jokes. No smirks. Just concern.
• What are you doing... Sirius gently took his chin to examine his split lip. Then he pulled out his wand and quietly muttered a healing spell. Warmth spread softly across his skin. "They're not worth getting punched in the face for," he muttered, gently touching his cheek with his thumb. There was no reproach in his voice. Only concern. And a hint of pride—because Remus had stood up for her. “Next time…” Sirius exhaled, “let me figure it out myself.” He continued to carefully heal the bruises, standing too close, as if he was afraid Remus would disappear again if he let go. The corridor was long empty. Only the two of them remained.