This time it was Severus who intercepted the owl, and read it through with growing...
Anger?
Irritation?
Relief?
Pride?
Yes. All of them. Jenaline Lupin-Snape was really something and while Severus wanted to string her up by her thumbs for nearly giving him a heart attack, he was also secretly proud of her for being able to manipulate people to her own advantage so deftly and at such a young age. She simply had to learn not to manipulate her own bloody fathers.
He found Remus in his study, and depositing the note with a flourish in his mate's lap, announced, "Your son is a Gryffindor and your daughter is most definitely a Slytherin."
Remus was, at last, writing. It felt good to have the click-clack of typewriter keys under his fingers once more. This would make his editor happy when he finally told her. He still hadn't figured out exactly how he'd write or if he'd use a penname or... what exactly. But somehow he'd get this book published. Then again -- five years. He could probably get away with a new name. Maybe
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Anger?
Irritation?
Relief?
Pride?
Yes. All of them. Jenaline Lupin-Snape was really something and while Severus wanted to string her up by her thumbs for nearly giving him a heart attack, he was also secretly proud of her for being able to manipulate people to her own advantage so deftly and at such a young age. She simply had to learn not to manipulate her own bloody fathers.
He found Remus in his study, and depositing the note with a flourish in his mate's lap, announced, "Your son is a Gryffindor and your daughter is most definitely a Slytherin."
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