There were so many of them that he didn't know where to start. Some of
them had been written recently, most of them had been written in the past.
Many were worn at the edges of the parchment and turning a distinct yellow
color with the age. He glanced over each one before he put it back on the
desk. His eyes scanned the pile he was keeping and it seemed to grow
bigger and bigger until he sighed with impatience. He would start all over
again, hopefully eliminating some of them this time around.
Having just resigned from his job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Remus Lupin decided to sort through his belongings before packing and leaving the school. The office was cluttered with little bits and scraps everywhere but the part that took up the most room was the letters he had written, both long ago and recently, to an old flame. No, she was more than an old flame; she was the love of his life. He had loved Kat Lawson ever since the first day that they met. And he didn't just love her in the falsified way some couples 'loved' each other. He really loved her; he loved the way she would smile at him and the way it made him feel. He loved the way she would touch his arm gently. He loved the electrifying touch she gave him every time he went near her. But most of all, he loved her compassionate nature, the nature that inspired him to be a little more lenient with his condition. Closing his eyes, he recalled the day he had first met Kat Lawson...
Having just resigned from his job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Remus Lupin decided to sort through his belongings before packing and leaving the school. The office was cluttered with little bits and scraps everywhere but the part that took up the most room was the letters he had written, both long ago and recently, to an old flame. No, she was more than an old flame; she was the love of his life. He had loved Kat Lawson ever since the first day that they met. And he didn't just love her in the falsified way some couples 'loved' each other. He really loved her; he loved the way she would smile at him and the way it made him feel. He loved the way she would touch his arm gently. He loved the electrifying touch she gave him every time he went near her. But most of all, he loved her compassionate nature, the nature that inspired him to be a little more lenient with his condition. Closing his eyes, he recalled the day he had first met Kat Lawson...