Private thoughts
Remus sat behind his desk and with his quill firmly enclosed in a slender hand began to write.
February,
It seems as if everyone is demanding a piece of me these days and I don't know how many pieces there are left for me to give.
Nymphadora wants to meet me for drinks and I have little to say to her right now. I know we are both members of the order and I should have more to do with her. We are not of an age or mind in anything but the knowledge that Voldemort must somehow be destroyed. I shall, of course , go to her and see what it is she needs.
Young Harry has asked to speak with me and I need to see him at once he has told me through his message it is important. I will go to him first. It is my promise to you that I watch over him.
Then to Dumbledore who has also requested my presence. He says he has cookies. I think by now the barmy old codger would remember I don't care for sweets. Not like some others I could name. I suppose I should go to him directly from young Harry.
Alright I think I have a plan. Harry, Dumbledore, Tonks, Severus. That would seem to maybe be my best bet. And leveing Severus until last I know at least the drink will be strong and the conversation important and memorable.
Strange to think how we have come to an understanding after all these years.I think it is either our age or the fact that we were both here when the worst happened. There is something that binds us.I sometimes wonder why some of the others don't see what a really thoughtful man he can be.
Ok, Ok, I can hear you laughing at my pathetic attempt to befriend the snarky bastard.I just want to be close to anyone who will let me remember. The ones who remember our laughter are getting to be very few in number and I need to be able to hold them close. I am afraid you know. Afraid of loosing the laughter.
The pale lycanthrope sets aside his quill and blots the page before closing the book. He then stands and wipes his eyes before walking out of the door.
February,
It seems as if everyone is demanding a piece of me these days and I don't know how many pieces there are left for me to give.
Nymphadora wants to meet me for drinks and I have little to say to her right now. I know we are both members of the order and I should have more to do with her. We are not of an age or mind in anything but the knowledge that Voldemort must somehow be destroyed. I shall, of course , go to her and see what it is she needs.
Young Harry has asked to speak with me and I need to see him at once he has told me through his message it is important. I will go to him first. It is my promise to you that I watch over him.
Then to Dumbledore who has also requested my presence. He says he has cookies. I think by now the barmy old codger would remember I don't care for sweets. Not like some others I could name. I suppose I should go to him directly from young Harry.
Alright I think I have a plan. Harry, Dumbledore, Tonks, Severus. That would seem to maybe be my best bet. And leveing Severus until last I know at least the drink will be strong and the conversation important and memorable.
Strange to think how we have come to an understanding after all these years.I think it is either our age or the fact that we were both here when the worst happened. There is something that binds us.I sometimes wonder why some of the others don't see what a really thoughtful man he can be.
Ok, Ok, I can hear you laughing at my pathetic attempt to befriend the snarky bastard.I just want to be close to anyone who will let me remember. The ones who remember our laughter are getting to be very few in number and I need to be able to hold them close. I am afraid you know. Afraid of loosing the laughter.
The pale lycanthrope sets aside his quill and blots the page before closing the book. He then stands and wipes his eyes before walking out of the door.