"It's, uh, well it's like a best friend but more."
Y/N McKinnon was a soft soul. Remus knew this much, from the twinkle in her eyes to the shy smile on her lips. He knew that she was quieter than her sister, Marlene, but was never afraid to voice her beliefs. He knew that she liked to read classics, burrowing them from him. She always returned them as though they hadn't even been read feverishly. And he also knew that she was a lover of jasmine tea and of stars.
And she was also his best friend.
"Do they end up together?" she asked one morning as she sat beside him in The Great Hall.
Remus frowned. "Who?" he replied, putting down the still steaming cup of tea on which he was sipping. The sweet aroma of jasmine still lingered on his tongue. Her tastes were rubbing off on him.
Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes as she did so and thrusting a book in front of his eyes. Curved, intricate letters spelled Little women. "Jo and Laurie."
A crooked smile blossomed on his lips. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
"No," she said, as she turned to put some toast on her plate along with a few eggs.
Comfortable silence settled between them as Remus resumed enjoying his tea.
"I think they should," she eventually voiced, after biting down on a toast.
"What?"
"Jo and Laurie. I think they should end up together. They're best friends."
Remus' throat tightened and it seemed as though the world stopped moving. Best friends. He told himself that he shouldn't read too much into it, they were just discussing a piece of literature, but then Sirius' voice popped up in his head ("You're really thick, Moony. She fancies you!") and he was suddenly hyper aware of his thigh touching hers, and of his elbow touching hers and he slid away a few millimeters just to breathe. "Right," he croaked out.
