That weekend, Sirius was proudly walking hand in hand with Remus. He had a tie-dye rainbow bandana tied in his hair to hold it back, he was with a boyfriend - at least he was using the word in his head - wore a David Bowie shirt under his leather jacket and had jeans on that were tight in a way that had made Remus gulp. He was feeling gay in both senses of the word, and he felt pride in all senses of that word as well.

Yesterday, Remus had been so tired he had slept until noon, but he had appreciated the breakfast Sirius had bought for him at the café downstairs. Then they'd spent the rest of the day listening to records, having deep and also deeply silly conversations, passing around Sirius's guitar to play songs for each other and, finally, after a lot of persuasion from Sirius, they had made love. Safely, of course.

Today, Remus had been awake a bit earlier and that was just as well, because Sirius wanted to take him places. "This is a gay bookstore, but it's so much more. It's like a hub. Like a haven. If you wanna know what's happening, you go there. If you need help, you go there. It's where we meet to organise events and marches and all that too. The owner's Holden O'Shea. He's brilliant, he really is. You'll love him. He's like everyone's gay dad. Or gay uncle. I don't know."