We Don't Belong Here // Professor Lupin

She was in his office by the fireplace, something that had been a common occurrence the year before. They were sharing a single mug of hot chocolate, passing it back and forth between the two of them, fingers brushing now and again. In a flash, they were both reading their own books, Emmeline sat beside him, her legs draped over his lap as she leaned against the arm of his worn sofa. Again the image of his dream changed. They were together in the courtyard under a starry sky. Her head was on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck.