Sirius in a leather jacket, hair loosely tied back and bracelets around his wrist. Remus in a thin jumper, battered converse and skinny jeans, holding Sirius’s hand while the other grips the steering wheel. The radio is on, a mix of indie and punk rock shaking the speakers of the muggle car Remus is 92% sure is stolen but is laughing too much to think about. The windows are down and the sunroof is open, mainly because James broke it the week before. But it doesn’t matter, not even when drops of rain begin to fall on Remus’s curly hair or when it makes Sirius’s eyeliner run, because nothing matters when they are hand in hand. Nothing matters when they are happy. And right then, both know they have never been happier.