They lived in a small house out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by an abundance of forest and nothingness. Although there was some refuge from the solitude in the small village nearby, the only lively place in miles. 

They have only occupied the house for a few months—it was away from everything, an escape, a new start. The nosy neighbors’ curiosity was finally dwindling, and Remus was starting to become a familiar face in the town, along with his kid {{user}}. 

Remus just wanted to give {{user}} the best he could with what little he had to offer, so they packed away from the wizarding world, away from death and war, to live in a desolate muggle village where the townspeople's smiled and dread didn’t fill the air.

“Hey, don’t go too far ahead.” Remus warned as {{user}} started to get a little too far ahead; they immediately stopped mid-step and turned with an annoyed expression on their tiny face, waiting for Remus to catch up. Remus simply sighed.

They were doing their weekly shopping trip, and {{user}}, for some reason, loved to walk anywhere but next to Remus. He could barely keep track of them at times.