"A table for two has been specially set up right near our deluxe high windows, with a stunning view of the night skies." The girl's voice was under toned with a French accent, and what she said made Remus' palms grow damp. Specially set up. Deluxe. It sounded far too fancy for his shabby self.
"Alright, thank you." Sirius nodded, grasped Remus' hand, for probably the fifth time today, and led him to the spot they were given.

It was, by far, the most beautiful Remus had ever seen inside a restaurant. Candles were flickering inside their intricately patterned gold holders, rose petals on the floor circling the round table perfectly and four gleaming silver items of cutlery in straight lines, right near their white, China plates.
"Well, bloody hell. This is probably the nicest thing I've ever seen." Remus stopped just outside the rose circle, admiring the view that little bit more.
"I asked Alphie for just something very nice, but I didn't know he had such taste! Well then, would you, Remus Moony John Lupin, take a seat?" Sirius pulled out a chair with fond remembrance written across his face, happy that finally he's doing it in the way he's wanted to.
"I shall, darling." The evident British accent breaking free at last. He practically lived in Scotland, the home of Hogwarts, from age 11 and onwards, but since would always be surrounded by his Londoner friends, he quickly picked up on their sayings.
"At least I'm not a deer." Sirius shrugged and sat down in his own seat.
"Oh, don't bring that up again. I'll be too 'confusing' if I explain." Remus laughed, smiling even after he finished. He liked this. It felt different, a kind of nice flame in his chest. It was warm, light, still fresh in his ribcage and alive. He didn't know what it was, but he wished it would stay there.

"Sirius, how nice to see you, chap! Who's the lucky la- oh." Alphard strutted forward, speaking quickly and importantly, only to be stopped by Remus and Sirius holding hands across the table after his nephew said something particularly sweet.
"Uncle Alphard, nice to see you too. This is my date; Remus Lupin. The one I was talking about." Sirius gripped Remus' hand even tighter after he felt it slipping.
"You didn't tell me it was... A boy."
"Did I need to? Because I didn't see a sign on the door saying 'no gays allowed'." Sirius was suddenly getting defensive. He knew if he sounded stubborn enough, he would drop it and go back to his regular cheery self. As cheery as you can get being a Black who actually stuck to the rules.
"I'm sorry." Remus mumbled, his head hung low but his eyes staring up at Alphard. He looked at this boy and saw something, something that he knew would do Sirius good. It was odd seeing his nephew holding a boy's hand, but he would get used to it.
"No need to be, I was just under the impression that Sirius was a womaniser! Silly of me really, I shouldn't have been so careless. Forgive me Monsieur Lupin." He spoke perfectly clear English in a perfectly clear accent, but when saying a word in French, you would've thought that he was raised there instead, because it was hard to tell the difference from an actual born and raised French person.
"That's great, actually." Remus beamed a smile that reached ear to ear. Alphard nodded and snapped his fingers harshly, making Sirius' heart race even more that it was a few seconds ago due to the fact that he thought he uncle would say something horrible to Remus. A waiter rushed over, carrying a bottle of the finest red wine: Penfolds Grange Hermitage 1951.
"Our finest wine in stock," he placed it down in front of them," I'll leave you to it, then." Alphard sauntered off once more, leaving Remus' jaw agape.
"Siri, do you know how expensive this?" He watched as his glass filled up.
"Judging by your face, very expensive."
"I've done my research on wine because Sluggy wanted it, I'm pretty sure he's an alcoholic, and that was like, over £38,000."
"You're kidding!" Sirius looked up after pouring himself hardly any. He remembered he still had to drive, though even half a glass would hardly do too much to his brain, and he was going to be a big boy! Mummy, give him a sticker!
"I'm really not."
"We should probably get ordering."
"You've had this wine before, haven't you?' Remus smirked, and Sirius grinned uncertainly.
"At a fancy family banquet. Walburga was truly upset when she found out she had to give her son some." Remus was confused go just a second, before he realised that Sirius was disowned long ago, and remembered the letter he got from James saying how he found the bruised boy knocking at his door at two in the morning.
"What should we order?" His back of his index finger's nail skimmed up and down the back of Sirius' hand, reassuring him greatly.
"You ever had Gougére?" Sirius scanned the starter portion of the menu, trying to find something that wasn't too French, or just stereotypical sorts of stuff. Like snails or frog legs.
" 'Scuse me?"
"Yeah, thought so. It's like pastry, I think it's choux, it's been long since my French heritage has been revealed hahaha. Anyway, it's choux filled with cheese."

The waitress that came by to take their order spoke fluent French, meaning that Sirius had to do all the talking. Remus could speak French due to the lessons they gave in Hogwarts, but, like with many other things, would always think he was doing it wrong and grow nervous.
"I feel like your uncle hates me." Remus admitted, looking over his shoulder briefly and seeing Alphard polishing a glass, occasionally looking up to look at the pair.
"Is it possible to hate such a beautiful, charming person?" Sirius pressed a lingering kiss to the back of Remus' scarred hand.

Remus thought that this maybe might just be alright.

i'm really sorry for the late update, but something's been on my mind. like a lot. i definitely wouldn't be typing this right now if someone i knew was reading this, because i'm scared. if you haven't picked up on it from one of my previous a/n, i'm a muslim. and i think i'm bi. or a lesbian. or something else. or maybe i'm straight. idfk, and it's driving me insane. i'm not sure because i haven't even had my first kiss, or been in a relationship but if i think about boys, i can imagine myself kissing them and enjoying it. if I think about kissing girls, i can imagine enjoying it, even more than i would with boys. fuck this, i'm so annoyed because i don't know what's going on argh. i fully support the lgbtq+ community, and if i knew anybody who was a part of it, i'd be so goddamn happy, but everybody isn't me.
i also updated a new one shot for my other book 'The Marauders Era' in case any body wanted to see it.
sorry for the long a/n, i just couldn't be surrounded by my own thoughts for much longer
see you next millennium