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[fedoralover]

Hm.

This shall be interesting.

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[chocolatehelps]

I'm quite fond of fedoras as well. Hullo, welcome to livejournal? Name's Remus Lupin.

[fedoralover]

Erik.

[chocolatehelps]

...That would be your name, I assume. And I'm also assuming you play the organ. Facinating. I'm pretty much bollocks at all things musical.

[fedoralover]

Your assumptions are correct Monsieur.

Music is one of the most beautiful things on this world.

[chocolatehelps]

I've always thought so as well. Sirius's music tends to be just, well, loud. Which defeats the purpose in my opinion, but he seems to like it.

[fedoralover]

May I ask who is 'Sirius' Monsieur? He sounds like a rapist of melody and harmony.

[chocolatehelps]

Sirius Black. My, ah. Pack, mate, flatmate, engaged, lover? I cna never pick a proper phrase.

And he's just a rebel, really. Anything that has a rhyme, rhythm or reason, he has the instinctive need to go against.

[fedoralover]

Ah. I see.

And you can bear living with such a man?

[chocolatehelps]

Well, yes. He's. I don't know. *chuckles* He's Sirius. And music isn't everything, you know. Some things can trump a loud taste in music.

[fedoralover]

Music isn't everything Monsieur. But there are some things - and music is one of them - that can tell a lot about a person's character.

You love him then?

[chocolatehelps]

It does, really. That he hates conforming to rules and will always be brash, dramatic, and obvious.

And, well. Yes. A good bit, honestly.

[fedoralover]

Hm. You see Monsieur, love really makes us act like fools.

[chocolatehelps]

That may be true, but I'd rather be foolish and with him than sane and miserable without him. Which I have definitely experienced.

Have you ever been in love?

[fedoralover]

Yes. Yes I have.

[chocolatehelps]

How'd it turn out for you then?

[fedoralover]

It was - Hm...

Let's say I have been 'burned by love' Monsieur...