It was easier than Remus expected, being in the unfamiliar home. He noticed that the Potters all exuded their own particular types of warmth, that all complemented one another, which made it difficult to feel uneasy in their presence. James’ warmth was all sunshine: giant laughs, loud smiles, an arm around the shoulder that comforted and never constricted. Lily’s was an earthy warmth. She exuded capability and groundedness. Regulus’ was more subtle. It was like sun-warmed water or a summer breeze drifting lazily through the grass—pleasing, relieving. 