Disclaimer: Okay, listen carefully since I'm not going to repeat myself: the characters aren't mine! This is the house that J.K. built; I'm simply breaking in and rearranging all her carefully-placed furniture.

Author's Notes: I've always enjoyed reading vignettes, getting little glimpses into character's lives that don't seem to delve too deeply but always manage to say what needs to be said... And since there seem to be a plethora of random ideas in my twisted mind at any given time, I thought I'd give it a go and see what I could churn out. Well, that and drabbles are pretty much all I have time to write right now, what with my busy schedule, but the first reason sounds a lot better, eh? ;-)

Anyhoo, here they are, in no particular order… Enjoy.

Strangeways, Here We Come

First Impressions…

He was often caught off guard by some of the questions she asked him, but he had been especially wary when she queried, "Remus, what did you think of me when we first met?"

He frowned. It certainly hadn't been one of those "love at first sight" moments that seized women's romantic sensibilities and made them swoon. He had spotted her first, from his higher vantage point of coming down the stairs – and there she had been in the hallway, rushing about like the bundle of unstoppable energy she was. His eyes had been immediately drawn to her neon pink hair, and he distinctively remembered his foremost thought being, "Good Godric, there's a flamingo loose in the house."

No, not particularly romantic at all… But then when he reached the bottom of the stairs, it had been just in time to catch her squarely in his arms when she tripped. He had felt a jolt – at the time he had explained it away as a literal one due to her slamming into him, but looking back, perhaps it had been more than that?

It may not have been the most passionate or amorous of meetings – there were no string quartets serenading them in the background, or any heavenly rays of light beaming down upon them – but it had definitely been memorable. That was what mattered in the end, he supposed.

When he recounted all this to her, she surprised him, as usual. Instead of being put off by the avian comment and lack of romance, she grinned and winked at him. "Not romantic, Remus? What do you call me falling for you, and you sweeping me off my feet?"

He blinked, and contemplated that for a moment. "Oh… Well, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit better."

"Well, it got us to where we are today – and that's what matters, doesn't it?" she pointed out, leaning in for a kiss.

"Absolutely…" he murmured, the touch of her lips making him forget about his earlier worries.

"Besides, it's a much better first meeting than some others I've heard! Did you know that Molly and Arthur met when his friends pushed him into the girls' loo?…"

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