Remus often wondered if he’d ever truly feel comfortable entering the Ministry of Magic. When he took Kingsley up on his offer, he thought working in the building would alleviate the unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it never subsided. The sound of shoes on the marble floor made his skin crawl. It brought back memories of fighting in the halls, Hermione’s collapsed form on the stone, and the feelings of terror felt during combat. The unease would only marginally start to subside once he made it to his office, and then fizzled out throughout the day as he focused on his work. He squared his shoulders and shook himself out of the memory because today was not about dwelling on the past, but celebrating Harry’s future. Maybe the floors weren't solely to blame for his growing anxiety when the velvet box in his pocket was really the culprit.