Remus comes back in through the front door, large bags in his hand. Following closely behind him is young man, looking stoic and serious.
Earlier, they had agreed to paint so Remus had quickly left to get art supplies from his home for them both to use since Amelia’s own things hadn’t arrived yet.
“I brought supplies!” he exclaims, depositing the bags in his hand onto the table in the living room. The young man follows suit and carefully drops the bags he is holding as well.
He glances at Amelia, and realization crosses his features. He swiftly stands with his back straight, his legs spread a bit apart, and with an arm folded at his back and another across his chest, he bows his head, “Good morning Luna”, his voice booming.
Amelia is taken aback by the address. It sounded strange to he
