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Remus immediately felt out of place the moment he stepped foot inside the tea shop. Despite being tucked in a smaller road off the High Street in Hogsmeade Village, the building was was impossible to miss. A fresh coat of pink paint covered the front entrance and door, the cluttered items lining the windows making it difficult to see inside until you entered the shop.

Once you stepped through the door, the space seemed almost as intimidating as the bustling social atmosphere of the village outside where groups of students laughed and spoke animatedly, either making introductions or catching up with old friends. Remus swallowed thickly, standing in the entrance of the tea shop, and looked around across round tables decorated with lacy napkins and ornate china. The werewolf stood out in sharp contrast to the colorful room, his outfit secondhand: plain and unremarkable. 

Pulling down at the sleeve of his sweater in an effort to cover the edges of scars that were peeking out from the end of the material, Remus took a tentative step forwards, eyes falling on a woman wearing what he could only hope was a uniform, the outfit nearly as gaudy as the cramped tea shop. He had barely managed to get a few words out in question before the woman glanced back at him, quickly gesturing to a round table tucked away behind him. 

“Right.” He nodded, turning on his heels and ignoring the hopeless way that his stomach twisted in anticipation as he crossed the small distance between himself and another student who appeared to be his age. It seemed the waitress was also moving in this direction, as she dropped off a colorful display of tea and coffee for the group.