Remus has held himself in check for far too long. He's tired of self-denial and counting his words. His shoulders ache. The thing he wants most is Sirius Black, Gryffindor's beautiful rogue, whose insouciance can't conceal the fact he's hell-bent on befriending Remus. And the night sky keeps unveiling the waxing moon. Anything could happen.

Cat Wither is just an eleven year old boy - except his parents call him Kathy and a disagreeable man dressed all in grey appears on his doorstep one morning to deliver the news that he has a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mostly OCs navigating magic and gender in the contemporary wizarding world (disregarding the entire plot of The Cursed Child, forgive me).

Ginny sat up by rolling on her side, pulling her legs in, and folding over herself. Hermione had to laugh at the elaborate movement, ridiculous, almost ritualistic, and very animal. The cigarettes appeared from a pocket under her skirt, momentarily flashing freckled thighs. Once lit, Ginny lay back again, billowing smoke above her to burn up in the warm sunlight.

The light was old and malevolent, having survived space and eternal night, burnt through atmosphere, packets of stepped energy, to be swallowed by Sirius' pupils, burning darker than the sky above him. And Snape walks with hunched shoulders and powerful strides.