Snowflakes and Wardrobe Choices
Remus' life went on as usual; well, as usual as a werewolf's life can be. Full moon, new moon, full moon, new moon… It was monotonous, really. One day, he made his way into the nearest town.
Right as he was about to enter the book shop, his attention was caught by the red hair of the person that never ceased to make him come undone. To Remus, it looked like blood dyed silk. He looked him up and down. Bold choice, a thin leather jacket in the middle of winter. But the man doesn't seem to be cold.
Remus can't help himself and taps the man's shoulder. He needs a moment to get his act together, but then speaks: “Hey… uhm… nice outfit”. He has a wonky smile on his face. The other man, totally confused, taps the side of his own head, right above the ear. Only then, Remus remembers. And so, he signs what he said.
The man is perplexed. This stranger knows sign language?? But regardless, the man thanks Remus before signing back: ‘I like your jumper. Looks cozy’. Both men chuckle. The man sounds like a glockenspiel when he chuckles. Remus thinks to himself “Even his voice is pretty…”...