Feathers in her hair

A small silhouette caught his attention. Pressing up against the glass he squinted at it. It was a small girl. Her dark skin shining bronze in the golden rays. She had dark chocolate eyes, a little snub nose and a very round face. On top of her head was a mass of dreadlocks with feathers sticking up every which way. She was pulling along a little red wagon filled with eggs, milk and vegetables. She pulled it round the corner of his house and disappeared from view. Remus went back to watching the sunrise.

An hour or two later, Remus saw her again. She was running back the other way, her wagon empty except a small brown pouch. She paused for a moment suddenly and looked over her shoulder. Her chocolate eyes met Remus's hazel ones and she gave a smile that shined like the sun, dimples denting her cheeks. It only lasted a second before she turned around and ran down the field towards the village of East Linton.

And that's how it was for the next few months. Nearly every morning, Remus would wait by his window for the girl. And nearly every morning, the girl would look up to the window, sometimes she would wave, sometimes do a little twirl, and she would always give that bright, sunny smile.

It wasn't long before they became the best of friends, Remus John Lupin and Aleria Maisie Quetzal.

And you could never find one without the other.