"The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place ( Read more... )

Remus Lupin does not like to lose control of himself. He doesn't tend to rage, to weep, to get utterly pissed in a bar full of strangers ( Read more... )

They're finally nearing the end of their seventh year. It should be a time of celebration and it is, to a point; they are proud, and excited, and stay up late discussing their plans and dreams. Even Remus dares to hope that his own might come true. He could be an auror, a professor, an explorer… Even gather the courage to be an advocate, go down a ( Read more... )

Remus had always liked the woods near his house, especially in the spring. The trees were tall and elegant, with vibrant leaves that formed a canopy far above, glazing the soil with emerald light ( Read more... )

I learned, quite a long time ago, that saying exactly what was on my mind wasn't always the best course of action ( Read more... )

The first letter has no yet reached its owner; worn and creased, it hides in a battered envelope in a private drawer. Perhaps it never will.

( Severus )