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[pinkhairedauror]

Staying home. Not going anywhere. NOT getting drunk. Maisie, you up for cuddles?

I'm sorry. Teddy, Mum. Harry. Loveyou.

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[last_ofthe_pack]

*cuddles? someone said cuddles? looks at Tonks' expression*

Mummy? Are you sad?

[pinkhairedauror]

*cuddles. Promised and will be delivered! LOADS!* Just a little. It'll go away. *doesn't it always?*

*smiles slightly* I don't think the babies like it too much. Wanna see? *well, feel, technically...*

[wontletmedie]

Please do not apologize for what you do not regret.

[pinkhairedauror]

I do regret letting myself get killed. I do regret being too late to save Remus. I do regret making wrong choices that night.

I do regret failing. And I am sorry.

I know that doesn't undo anything. Doesn't close what has been torn. But the apology isn't made of empty words or I wouldn't have made it at all.

[wontletmedie]

What wrong choices?

[pinkhairedauror]

Letting my guard down in the end.
Hesitating and going, out of habit, with Stupefy on some people, when possibly something harder to undo would have saved more lives - I expected to come back and finish securing them, after I'd found Remus and made sure he was all right.
Timing.

Many, in hindsight.