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Luna lies on the grass with an energetic sparrow chirping and hopping about in front of her, holding some kind of conversation Remus can't understand from the half he can hear. The ice cream she'd gotten as they walked about drips onto her hand as she's distracted with the bird's enthusiastic noises, nodding quite seriously when the sparrow pauses.

Remus sits on the bench behind her, pen to paper as he takes down the moment in rough lines; the days he turns his desire to draw towards something besides maps and notes are rare, but there's a brightness and a sweetness to this moment that is so very encompassing of the girl he's come to care for that he couldn't help but want to get it down where it could be kept a little longer.