a little closer to grace

Best of all, Remus would smile in the mornings. He'd stretch out his whole body, rubbing at the spots where it hurt the worst, but he would see he had no new wounds—he would see Sirius and James and Peter—and he would smile. It stopped Sirius dead, that smile. Except Remus wasn't smiling today. (an early morning in the Shrieking Shack.)