Severus was watching Remus. That in and of itself wasn't anything strange, Severus often studied people. It was what he was trained to do after all, wasn't it? See what they were hiding in the way their body stood or moved. In the sound of their voice. Their eyes. Anything. Everything
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It would be a lie to say that he hadn't been expecting Severus to ask him about Wednesday night. That had been his reason for not asking if everything was all right, or if there was something wrong. Of course there was something wrong. Everything was wrong.
Ever since that first night back in the castle, Remus has been putting up walls and masks. He knew well enough that he had gone back to looking normal, but he wasn't and he didn't feel it at all. Others believed him, though. Sebastian had seemed to believe him in their interrogation.
So why was it that now that he had Severus in front of him he couldn't keep the mask up as well as he had? he started to wonder. Remus didn't look nervous or tense, but when he asked to be honest and tell the truth he had felt his stomach plummet.
He took in the photograph and the article before turning to Severus. Which one was he supposed to say he had nothing to do with?
"I didn't send these," he answered quietly, his voice still a bit hoarse.
It screamed at Severus. As soon as Remus spoke the words he knew they were true. That wasn't the problem. There was even something in the back of his mind that screamed for joy at that revelation. He was a little relieved at the truth, it felt like his heart had started beating again. But.
But.
Something was off.
He caught it in the way the words were formed. The diction. He had heard Remus speaking hundreds of time, troubled and calm, angry and overjoyed. He had memorized every nuance of the man's voice. The way, he almost said something, but really said nothing at all. The way he lied. Remus was almost as good a liar as Severus himself.
And right now, he was...what?
"But there's something you're not telling me."
The words weren't his own, but the suspicion behind it was.
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Ever since that first night back in the castle, Remus has been putting up walls and masks. He knew well enough that he had gone back to looking normal, but he wasn't and he didn't feel it at all. Others believed him, though. Sebastian had seemed to believe him in their interrogation.
So why was it that now that he had Severus in front of him he couldn't keep the mask up as well as he had? he started to wonder. Remus didn't look nervous or tense, but when he asked to be honest and tell the truth he had felt his stomach plummet.
He took in the photograph and the article before turning to Severus. Which one was he supposed to say he had nothing to do with?
"I didn't send these," he answered quietly, his voice still a bit hoarse.
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It screamed at Severus. As soon as Remus spoke the words he knew they were true. That wasn't the problem. There was even something in the back of his mind that screamed for joy at that revelation. He was a little relieved at the truth, it felt like his heart had started beating again. But.
But.
Something was off.
He caught it in the way the words were formed. The diction. He had heard Remus speaking hundreds of time, troubled and calm, angry and overjoyed. He had memorized every nuance of the man's voice. The way, he almost said something, but really said nothing at all. The way he lied. Remus was almost as good a liar as Severus himself.
And right now, he was...what?
"But there's something you're not telling me."
The words weren't his own, but the suspicion behind it was.
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