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The sound of the crowd was never something he would get used to. It was his second Olympics, yet no matter how many times he stood behind the podium, Remus was always unprepared for just how loud the roar could be.
As the bronze medallist stood up to accept their medal, a burly swimmer who Remus knew would be dominating the pool for years to come, Remus turned to his right and smiled at the excitement spread across the familiar face of his teammate of many years, Sirius Black.
When Sirius’s name was called, he let out a deep breath and grinned at Remus, the joy in his sparkling grey eyes warming Remus from the inside out. It had been a long road for Sirius over the last few years, and Remus knew just how much this silver medal meant to Sirius who had been injured for many months earlier that year. All the hours of training, physiotherapy and rehab had left Sirius to this moment, and it filled Remus with more pride than he could ever put into words. He had last stood next to Sirius at a similar podium four years ago with Sirius at his left, and seeing Sirius on his right at these Games was a testament to Sirius’s determination and courage.
And, now, watching a face that Remus knew better than he knew his own smile and wave to the crowd, Remus’s heart burst with warmth as he saw the thin band on Sirius’s left finger glint in the lights as he raised his arms in triumph.