Remus Lupin; lover of libraries and Honeydukes chocolate, who would rather throw a spider out the window than kill it. Dark circles sat beneath his amber eyes, blending in with the harsh scars that lined his face. He was a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, hidden by a floppy fringe and a shy smile. He was a constant, niggling puzzle, like a splinter than one couldn’t work loose. (x)
Me recuerdo pequeña caminando por la calle de tu mano, sonriendo… agitando mis brazos y apresurando mi paso para alcanzar tu ritmo; Nunca me he vuelto a sentir mas segura, a salvo, orgullosa y feliz que en esos momentos.