(song: sweater weather- the neighbourhood)
Remus liked the cold. Maybe it was the way the relentless wind nipped at the nip of your nose, or maybe its the hot chocolate next to a fire after an especially cold day. He liked the way you could curl up with a good book and heavy sweater without feeling like a geek.
He didnt like the below zero cold, or 'i'm at serious risk of frostbite' cold, remus liked the freezing point cold, a cold that only froze ears and not bloodstreams. Maybe that was the nature of his birthday, it being March the 10th, not spring, but barely winter.
The snow. Remus adored the snow, loved it like water after running a mile, loved it. He found the way they fell to be entrancing, a lopsided smile usually slapped on his face as he stared out the iced-over window. The blonde could stare out the window for hours, daydreaming of the cotton-candy-like substance.
The festive atmosphere always put a small spring in his step, the cheerful ambiance energizing his senses. The peppermint candy canes, the pine needles of the towering christmas tree, the homey smells were awfully comforting.
Remus loved the wintertime, watching one year turn to another, watching glowing faces as he gave away presents to various family members. He loved all things with a winter aura, scarfs, coats, gloves, you name it. He loved sitting by the warm fire as it thawed brittle bones and frozen cheeks.
Rosie loved the heat, all things warm. Maybe it was the suntans, maybe it was the ice cream breaks, but the summertime truly put a smile on her face. She liked the sun beating down on her back as she built and castles next to the ocean.
Rosie didn't like blistering heat, the 'i'm gonna melt into a puddle' kind of heat, but more mild, picnic day weather. Maybe it was the nature of her birthday, it barely being considered summer, only the 21st of June.
The ocean. Rosie admired the ocean, she was often told that she looked at it like was a lost puppy, looking to be adopted. The brunette could swim forever, the saltwater was a smell that she would never forget. She would often smell stray shifts of sand and salt.
The party attitude invigorated her, stuffing her senses to the brim until they shot. She loved summer, no school, all fun. Rosie loved feeling free, to her, it was the best feeling in the world. The endless parties, which seemed to stretch on all night, the 'let's blow the speakers or our lungs' kind of feeling.
The summertime was an escape for Rosie, she was free. She could be happy without restrictions, she could live her life to the fullest, which was a policy she thrived to pursue. Rosie lived for the thrill, which the summer held plenty of time for, whether it is a rollercoaster or a movie theater.
