I was sitting on Remus’s lap. His arms were around my waist, just holding me there. We seemed to be in some sort of house.. There was a fireplace in front of us, and a sofa and an armchair around us. We were sitting on an armchair. I looked around – the walls were a deep red, and the trimmings were white. There was a huge bookcase against one wall, and a nice potted plant in the corner. I then realized Remus was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I twisted around a bit, and he kissed me gently

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'I would say I had good dreams.  Except, truthfully, I didn’t remember any of my dreams.  This is weird.  Why, you may ask.  Well, I always remember dreams.  Sure, it might be for an hour to simply a minute.  The point is, I remember them.  I’m sure this is some type of omen or something of the like.  It just can’t be good!"

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“You don’t know me.”


“I’d like to get to know you.”