Remus Lupin is blue. He is the feeling you get in your chest when you finish reading a depressing poem or book but fall in love with it nevertheless. He is the careful planning of pranks and hidden mischief bound by the thickest walls that only a few can break through. Remus Lupin is the hidden shade of blue in the dim light of a setting moon. He is chocolates wrapped carelessly and stuffed everywhere in small packets. Remus Lupin is blue, but if you look close enough, you’ll find a part of him to be amber and gold.