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It's quiet now, Remus thinks.

He used to love the quiet, used to crave it. He would curl up with a book and lose himself.

Noise had always followed Sirius. Remus would try to read, but he would always get lost in Sirius instead. Not that he'd minded terribly. He had learned to read Sirius like he would a book; every expression, every sound.

He still remembers. He can't forget, though he tries every day. Tries to forget James and Lily and Harry and everything.

Life without Sirius is too quiet.

Remus doesn't read much now. He is already lost.


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