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It’s not the first time you see him, of course not. You’ve been at school together, you’re a year younger Ravenclaw, a beautiful blonde girl with big ocean blue eyes, bright pink cheeks and full lips that always curved into a smile whenever you saw him on the corridors or in the Great Hall. You kept staring at him through the years and whenever one of your friends caught you on the act, you kept denying that you just like the way he looks. And it was true, he was indeed really handsome. A Gryffindor boy, much taller than any other boy, with sandy hair that kept falling into his blue-green eyes. He had a few scars across his face that made some of the girls flinch, but not you. You were curious how he got the scars but found them quite sexy. Sometimes you dreamt of brushing your fingers against these lines and pressing your lips against them. If only he knew you…
He belonged to the popular group that got themselves called the Marauders, which you found funny. He was always seen with James Potter and Sirius Black – the main jokers in the group. Then there was this small and awkward boy whose name you did not remember, and honestly did not care at all. Your eyes were all on him. Remus Lupin. He noticed you a few times, but only smiled at you shyly, you never really talked. But oh, how much you wanted to talk and more.
You’re surprised to see him in the bar, but you’re even more surprised at your reaction on him. Your heart skipped a beat and your palms started sweating. You kept looking at him discretely, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
But he did notice you this time. He looked at you and frowned, sending you a small smile. You couldn’t help yourself but smile back. Then the most amazing thing happened, something you wished happened when you were back at Hogwarts. He stood up and joined you at your table, grinning slightly. And you felt like you were drowning in his eyes that had the same flicker as two years ago when you saw him for the last time.
“Hi,” he said and gave you his hand, which you shook lightly, not wanting for him to feel your sweat. “I’m sorry, but I believe I know you from somewhere…”
“Oh really?” Is he hitting on me? It was obvious where two young wizards could meet each other, wasn’t it? Yet, he asked. He wanted to talk to you. “We were together at Hogwarts; I was a year below. Ravenclaw.”
“I don’t think I know a lot of Ravenclaws, especially the younger ones,” he said with wondering eyes. He stared at your face for a little longer, which made you blush. “I know I should probably know it, but what is your name?”
“It’s Lolita,” you answer, trying to hide your blush but it wasn’t easy with him looking at you this way. “Lolita Attwood. But back at school my friends called me Lo.”
“You’re a fan of Muggle books then?” Remus moved his chair closer to yours, which made you gasp quietly, but you hoped he didn’t hear that. If he did, he didn’t show, which you highly appreciated.
“My Mother loved this story,” you explained, nodding. “She got me to read it and I fell in love with it, as well. It’s not a simple story and I believe it’s quite controversial, but the way he spoke of this girl… Sometimes I imagined someone speaking of me this way.”
“That is really interesting,” he commented and smiled. “I enjoyed this book myself, too. My Mother, she’s a Muggle and she recommended all those great books.”
“I’ve always seen you with a book,” you said and blushed again, as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Not that I was staring at you all the time. But out of all the Marauders you were the calmest one.”
Remus chuckled at your words and you found this sound the most endearing. You could simply imagine yourself doing everything possible to hear this sound again and again. After two years of not seeing him, you still had crush on this boy.
“So that means I don’t have to introduce myself?” he grinned.
“I think everyone at school knew your name,” you answered and smiled. You took a sip of your coffee and licked your bottom lips. You couldn’t help but notice that his eyes leaned at your lips for a moment. This made your heart beat even faster. “So, what do you do now?”
“Not much, really,” his eyes faded a bit and he shrugged. “I’m renting the flat with Sirius, I’m trying to find a decent job, although it’s quite hard but I try to manage. What about you?”
“I’ve only just graduated from Hogwarts a few months ago,” you answered lightly. “I wanted to apply for a job at the Ministry, but then thought better of it. I want to spend this year on doing the light jobs and living the way I want it, before stepping into the real adult life.”
“I think it’s a good idea,” Remus said and sipped on his drink. “I think I’ll spend some more time on reading books and exploring the country before getting a serious job, as well.”
“I’ll drink to that,” you said and asked the waitress to bring you two glasses of firewhisky, to which Remus didn’t say no to. When you received your drinks, you clinked glasses while looking intensively into each other’s eyes. You could stare at his eyes for hours and that made you angry at yourself. You were getting lost and falling for that boy again, even though you didn’t know anything about each other. For what it’s worth, this could be your last conversation.
Remus seemed to read your mind because when he put down his empty glass, he sent you the most adorable smile that made you melt and his voice barely a whisper:
“Sirius and I are doing the party on Friday, inviting some friends. Maybe you’d want to come?” he looked at you hopefully and it made you feel warmer in your stomach. You couldn’t help but smile at him and nod shyly. “Great! Here,” he brought out a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote down something. “This is our address. Be there at 8?”
“Sure!” you said maybe a little too excited. He grinned at your reaction and stood up. “I must get going now, but it was really great to meet you.”
“Yeah, you too,” you breathed out. You smiled at each other and you watched him leaving the bar.
Suddenly, he turned around and smiled at you for the last time.
“I really hope we’re going to see each other more often, Lo,” he said, winking at you.
And you swore you could feel your knees going weak.