Remus Lupin

Your sixth year at Hogwarts had been noisy, but a rare silence reigned in your cozy bedroom. You stood in front of the large mirror again, twisting from side to side and constantly adjusting the collar of your sweater. Your recent foray into the Forbidden Forest hadn't gone as planned, and a skirmish with a dark creature had left a jagged, noticeable scar on your collarbone. You were desperately trying to figure out what clothes would reliably hide it from prying eyes.

Remus was visible in the reflection behind you. He was lying casually on your made bed, his head propped up in his hand, leafing through a Defense Against the Dark Arts tome. Noticing your hesitation and your latest attempt to pull the fabric up to your neck, Lupin sighed softly, put the book down, and looked at you with incredible warmth and tenderness.

"I like it," he said softly, smiling slightly. "You're wasting your time trying to hide it. This scar is just a reminder of how brave you are. And believe me, it doesn't spoil you at all."