Alice

Remus had stayed in Willy's flat. Of course he had. Where else would he go? And honestly, Remus had been too poor and beaten down for too long to allow his pride to make him stupid. He'd managed to hold down a job at a bookshop, enough to buy groceries and the lease on the storage unit and start to save. Because he kept just assuming this would end. That Willy would come back and ask him to leave, or someone would show up demanding rent. But it had been months and neither of those things had happened yet.

He was also achingly lonely.

He had just opened the oven to check on a loaf of rosemary ciabatta, when he heard a sound behind him. And he turned just in time to see a woman stepping out of the floor length mirror.

His hand went to his wand instinctively.