Moony

At the sight of Remus, however, Mary was quick to smile, forcing herself to relax at least a little bit as her old friend approached her. “Don’t be daft, Remus; I haven’t been waiting that long, there’s no need to apologise.” Reassuring her friend with a gentle laugh, Mary was soon forcing herself to take a small swig of her drink, not wanting it to seem as though she didn’t want to be there.

He asked knowing she would like say it was fine but still feeling the need to be as polite as possible. Manners were somewhat important to him. Just because he became a beast due to his furry little secret didn't mean he had to act like one all the time.

He stood from the table but didn't head to the bar right away. He smiled at once more. The war was wearing on them all and it was comforting to get a small moment like this. "It's really good to see you again Mary." He said softly then turned to get a drink.

Harry Potter Aesthetics: The Marauders

Mary doesn’t like the Hog’s Head - she never has. It’s the wrong sort of quiet for her; eerie as opposed to calming, and every time she dares to step foot in the place, she immediately wants to leave again. Unfortunately, that isn’t something she can do on this particular occasion, having reluctantly arranged to meet Remus and allowing him to choose the location for their catch-up, and so Mary has no choice but to continue forwards, her gaze downcast and her shoulders slumped forwards as she headed for the bar, fully aware that all eyes were on her due to how unnatural she looked in such a setting.

It is with the air of a very small, very timid mouse that Mary places her order for an orange juice, her cheeks flushing pink as the bartender begins to laugh at such a request, causing her to backtrack and ask for a firewhiskey instead. Once the grimy bottle has been placed in front of her and she has paid, the blonde is quick to scurry over to a table in the corner, her soon to be forgotten bottle placed on the table before she curls up in her seat, head kept down and gaze fixed on the table as she waits for her friend to arrive.

He headed straight for the table not wanting to be any more rude than he already had been. When she asked to meet he had been a little surprised. Though with the state of things and the war one never knew if they would be alive much longer. So Remus had agreed grateful at the time that she allowed him to choose the location. Now he wondered if somewhere else might have been better. He chosen the Hog’s Head because it was somewhere he felt comfortable but seeing Mary it was clear she stood out a good bit.

Harry Potter Aesthetics: Gryffindor

It hadn’t taken her long to spot Remus, having spent only a few minutes in the courtyard before spying him. She knew him both from class and because of how often she had followed James around in her first few years at Hogwarts. Not that they’d talked much in that time, her often finding herself devoid of words when with the group and completely unsure of her own place.

Coming to stand in front of him, she found her tongue tied once again. She knew what she wanted to ask about, but she also knew that her often blunt words were out of place here and she had to tread lightly. And it was this that left her speechless for a moment, struggling to get past the natural curiosity and want of knowledge to get to reach a more normal approach. Her fingers twitched as she kept her hands at her side, refusing to indulge in the hair twisting and pulling that often accompanied any sense of worry.

When she did speak it did nothing to dissuade his worries. Giving a small nod Remus began to pack up his things. There weren't many people near by though a few might have been in ear shot of them. He could only assume that Alyssa wanted there to be no risk of anyone hearing what she had to say. Once packed he stood, dusting himself off and adjusting his clothes.