Remus Lupin

I watched her. She twirled a strand of her auburn hair between her fingers.

He'd finally gotten her.

James nuzzled her neck and she pushed him away, giggling and blushing. Her blush was so beautiful. Her laughter was like bubbles, floating on the air and popping near my ears. I felt a pain in my chest that I thought would fade away long ago.

I could remember our earlier years at Hogwarts, when she hated James. She and I were acquaintances, united by a common interest – knowledge. In those days, sometimes her laughter would be for me.

But now, she's chosen him. James Potter. Not me. Remus Lupin.