Literature
Lupin's worst nightmare
The wind was cool as he sat on the grass with his one and only love, his wife, looking up at the sky. It was their wedding night. It was dark but the moon had not yet risen. It was an amazing feeling to be with her, he couldn't express it with words, so he didn't bother trying. He simply sat, cross legged, with her head in his lap. She lay with her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running though her bright pink, spiky hair, her favourite, though it was often different. He looked down at her, admiring her beauty. He stared for a long time before leaning down and kissing her eyes gently.
"I love you" he whispered quietly. She o