"Calm down, Ted, you look like we’re going to rob you." Remus rolled his eyes, shuffling to sit back up and look over the room. His mum’s old bedroom was like a testament to who they were when they lived here. Posters left from her Hogwarts days, furniture shuffled around to make space for the kid-sized mattress on the floor with simple red sheets and a black comforter. It was a room that looked like a young mom with a five-year-old trying to piece her life together. Remus never used that mattress, really. Mum would pretend to try to get him to sleep on it, and then within the hour he’d crawled into bed with her and slept soundly in her bed every night.