Moon Phases // Professor Lupin

Chapter Fifteen

The rest of the week, Paisley and Remus ate lunch together in his office and every night she brought meals to Sirius, who was always very grateful. Remus and Paisley tried to squeeze in every minute they could together, which wasn't easy to do without raising suspicion from fellow students and teachers. The following weekend, Paisley snuck into Remus's bedroom.

"We should have a secret knock," Paisley decided.

"You seem to be the only person that ever knocks on my door."

"Really? You don't get any other teenage girls visiting you late into the night? I find that very surprising."

"Right," he smiled, "Here, come have a look at this."

He walked over to his desk and pulled out a drawer. Inside were tons of records.

"Holy shit," she gasped, taking a look at the contents.

At least fifty album covers decorated the wooden drawer. Upon closer inspection, she realized they were mostly jazz, save for a few Fleetwood Mac albums in the front of the stack. She picked one up and slipped a vinyl out of its cover. She laid it onto his record player and placed the needle down gently. With a spin, the record began playing beautiful music.

"Oh, this one's my favorite!" She giggled as Rhiannon came on.

Paisley picked up Remus's hands and placed them on her hips. She draped her hands folded behind his neck and began to sway to the song.

"You'll have to excuse my two left feet," she whispered.

With a smile, he took her right hand and held it over her head as she spun around. For a beautiful moment, nothing else existed. The world consisted only of the two of them in a small bedroom with a record player. Nothing else mattered. There was no school, no full moon, no parents, nothing at all. As their feet slid across the floor it felt as though Paisley wasn't on the ground at all, but in the air as her weightless body danced with the man she loved.

Their moment was interrupted by a sudden record scratch. She let out a deep breath that she'd been holding in and she seemed to reconnect with the earth below her.

"Did you have those records before?" Paisley suddenly asked.

He shook his head, "I sent an owl for them. Thought you'd like them."

"I love them," she said, "Thank you."

A wide grin stretched across his red cheeks. He took the record off of the player and Paisley took a seat on the floor, leaning against an empty wall. He joined her.

"My mom and I spent a summer learning how to play that song."

"You play an instrument?" He raised an eyebrow, looking impressed.

She nodded, "Guitar and piano. And bass. And ukulele. I used to write songs too."

"You don't anymore?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Ran out of things to write about, I guess."

"Inspiration is everywhere," he smiled.

She smiled back and looked into his eyes, "You know, I think you're right."

"Anyway, I wish I'd learned an instrument when I was younger. Hard to find time to pick up a hobby now."

"I'd gladly teach you," she offered.

"I'm an excellent teacher," Remus laughed, "Not a great student."

The pair went on for hours about music, which eventually shifted into a conversation about films.