october 1979. godric’s hollow.
“ D’you remember the floating pudding balloons? ” Remus sat slouched on the couch, leaning on the armrest where his sweater was draped over, the sleeves of his button down rolled up to the elbow. Amusement pulled at the side of his mouth.
It was a bright afternoon, the sort that, combine with the habit of recent summer, gave the idea that outside was more warm and inviting than the weather truly was. The same light reached past the curtains of Godric’s Hollow, splaying strips and lines all across the room the two old friends were relaxed in.
“ When we were skulking about, dead of night, trying to get the charm right so they’d drop at the proper time, and we run into Dumbledore, and he just.... gave us some tips ” Something fond floated in Remus’ expression, complete with a reminiscing smile and eyes distant into memories, “ They were just tips on charms, but he managed to make it sound like life advice or something. Might’ve been life advice and we were just too thick to pick up on it. ” / @marautyr
