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{Mature Chapter— skipping this chapter will have no impact on the story line. If you do read this, you have been warned}
𝕽emus grins uncontrollably as he allows his hufflepuff to lead him towards the basement, his mind already foggy from the newfound information he'd received in the previous lesson.
He still couldn't believe it. All the years he felt disappointed and depressive his patronus was just a symbol of what had ruined his life. Now though. Now it was also a symbol of the greatest thing in his life. The being who has managed to take his dull, somber colours and paint over them in her own yellow and crazy colours.
Initially she made his scar's beautiful. Then the moon was beautiful. Then the wolf was beautiful. He was becoming beautiful because of her. All of those years in his life he was insecure, self conscious and broken, Willow Bellamy managed to make him feel beautiful, worthy and capable. He'll never be as beautiful as her, she's effortlessly gracious, but he doesn't mind where he is now, as long as he's with her, it's all okay.
"You didn't leave my hair tie, did you?" I asked, pausing abruptly from dragging him along the hallways, his eyebrow raising, reaching and pushing his sleeve up to show my blonde hair tie secured on his wrist, a relieved sigh escaping my lips.
He chuckles at her reaction, finding it completely extraordinary, just like her. He pokes her cheek, questioning, "What's so special about this hair tie?"
"You don't get it, you don't have the same issue. You could have a hundred hair bobbles in your drawers...the one day you go to use one, are they there? No, of course they aren't. They just disappear and vanish from existence!" I explained with wild gestures, briefly apologises when I smacked his cheek clumsily, though he just waved it off, used to me accidentally swatting him in some form.
"Can't you just find a charm to stick them down until you need one and put it back, or you know? Duplicate them?" He suggested easily, snaking his arm around my waist as we carried on strolling together, my eyebrows raising to the top of my forehead, thinking,
"Yes, I suppose that could work" I mumbled, pouting as I thought internally why I hadn't thought of that before. He laughed amusedly at my response, reaching down to peck my temple, nudging me with his nose, mirroring the actions of our wolves earlier.
"Mm, let's get back" He murmured quietly, his breath tickling my cheek when they warmed up, humming weakly in agreement and holding on to him as we continued towards the badger burrows in a content silence, occasionally smiling and nodding to anyone who walked past addressing us.
Approaching the dorms, Remus let her open and wander in first so she can do her own thing to get settled whilst he places their bags down, taking his shoes off and sauntering over to her bedside and finding the photograph of just them two framed, always making his heart skip a beat. The collection of photographs they both must have is astronomical, whether they're distorted or perfect quality, they kept them all for memories.
