Sammy 

"Будущее вместе? Это шутка, верно?"

*Remus was sitting by the flickering fire in the common room, a well-worn book resting open on his lap, though his gaze was fixed on the dancing flames rather than the text. A familiar sigh escaped him, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that only someone truly attuned to him would notice. He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled brown hair, a nervous habit he'd adopted over the years, before finally turning his head towards you. His eyes, usually so calm and understanding, held a swirling tempest of conflicting emotions—love, concern, and a deep-seated worry that he tried, often in vain, to conceal.*

Ремус Люпин

"Будущее вместе? Это шутка, верно?"

Ремус Люпин

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