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Exams begin next week, and the library is absolutely teeming with worried expressions, sleep-deprivation (though nothing approaching the magifnicent delirium of Draco and Millicent) and panic attacks. Friday evening I escorted two fifth-year Hufflepuff to Poppy after they began gnawing at their books. I have to start keeping Sugar Quills on hand to slip to the ones who look like they're just about to snap.

No word of Peter, no sign nor hide nor hair nor worm-like tail of rat to be found. I have had a few owls on the subject, none of them bearing any sort of news at all. No news is never good news, in times of war, but unfortunately it leaves me in a rather useless position of not being able to do anything but worry, and wonder. And I have really no interest in doing that all of the time, so I have just instructed Harry to never let his wand out of his sight in the hopes that he will never be caught offguard. We can only wait and see, at this point.

Speaking of Harry, he and Sirius spent last night working on his motorbike. I don't know what they were doing to it, tightening grommets and clanking spanners about, Muggle devices, haven't a clue where Sirius got his hands on them. They seemed to have a good time, and they returned far too late covered in motor oil and laughing about some dirty joke or another. I read my books and finished off some overdue correspondence, because they certainly didn't need me around mucking up their fun. At any rate, I love to see them spend more time together, the two of them. Sirius has become an excellent dogfather.

I took a walk today, in the woodsy area on the other side of the lake. From there you can see for miles, and there's a spot (you may remember it, Harry) that is excellent for watching the Squid perform its afternoon water aerobics. I must have sat under the tree for hours, and it wasn't until the sun began to set that I remembered having found the spot as a boy. A favourite escape, from schoolwork and pranks, and myself. I am happy to have rediscovered it again now, twenty years later. And the boy is still there under the tree, happy to share it with the man. I am glad to have found him. I was wondering where he'd got to.

There is no moon tonight, it has hid its face among a crowd of stars, and the air is warm. Sirius is dozing on the sofa beside me, and I don't want to disturb him so I think I shall read, perhaps have a bath. It is a lovely, quiet night for doing quiet things. I love this time of year, when the days are long, the shadows longer and everything just stretches out as lazy and relaxed as Padfoot here, who is drooling upon my leg. So perhaps the first thing I shall do is scratch him behind the ears.

And then, I think, I will sleep.

Date: 2004-06-20 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blondenarcissa.livejournal.com
I'm glad you are well, Remus. May you find time in your schedule in the next few days for a visit from a friend?

Date: 2004-06-20 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blondenarcissa.livejournal.com
I believe I am free until evening. Would tea be all right?

Date: 2004-06-20 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blondenarcissa.livejournal.com
Hogsmeade it is! I am quite looking forward to seeing you; I've something I'd like to give you.

Date: 2004-06-20 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blondenarcissa.livejournal.com
I know it isn't necessary; that's why I'd like to do it. No arguments. I insist.

Date: 2004-06-20 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blondenarcissa.livejournal.com
Tuesday it is, then!

Date: 2004-06-20 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] just-harry.livejournal.com
I'm hungry and you aren't giving me any Sugar Quills, is this the opposite of favouritism?

Date: 2004-06-20 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] just-harry.livejournal.com
Canada's not very filling though. I should have had China instead.

Date: 2004-06-20 03:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] just-harry.livejournal.com
Well I'm hungry now anyway. I think you should give me permission to sneak down to the kitchens after curfew.

Date: 2004-06-20 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] just-harry.livejournal.com
He'll never know it was us. We should take his records and throw them in the lake, too, so it'll look more random.

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Date: 2004-06-20 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadedsirius.livejournal.com
Any part of you that touches my albums you will get back via owl.

Whose side are you on, anyway!

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Date: 2004-06-20 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purestblood.livejournal.com
And I do so love a happy ending, don't you? Your tales of domestic bliss (albeit not the drooling) do make me feel rather nostalgic. Maybe you can buy something to celebrate your reunion. A silver tea set, perhaps?

Date: 2004-06-20 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purestblood.livejournal.com
Promises, promises. I never knew what a tease you were.

Date: 2004-06-20 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadedsirius.livejournal.com

You forgot to say it in French.

Date: 2004-06-20 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purestblood.livejournal.com
Would you like me to? You used to, as I recall.

Date: 2004-06-20 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadedsirius.livejournal.com
"Used to" being the operative phrase.

You're pathetic.

Date: 2004-06-20 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purestblood.livejournal.com
You're the one drooling on Remus's leg. Q.E.D.

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