Eloisa to Abelard
"Wotcher, Remus! What're you reading?"
Remus blinked owlishly at her, before swallowing his bite of sandwich, and setting the remainder on his plate.
"Hello, Tonks."
"What's that?" She peered over, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of the cover.
"Oh." Remus glanced at the book in his hand, keeping his tone mild, "It's Pope – that is, Alexander Pope, he's a Muggle writer."
"Is it - is it any good?" Tonks asked, attempting to be casual.
"Yes, it's got one of my favorites, actually." Remus smiled wryly at the book. She leaned over him, and he pressed further into his chair,
"Remus…"
"It must be nearly lunchtime." He interrupted, still looking away, "Shall we go?" He glanced up, catching sight of the brief look of pain that flashed across her features. She frowned, then shook her head.
"All right, Remus. I'll be outside."
He stared after her, then shut the book and followed.
-x-
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!