It was on a cold October morning that Remus Lupin was making his way home when he turned a corner and saw her. He gasped and backed up a few paces, trying to get away but just before he could slip back around the corner she looked up. 'Damn' he thought. They stood there staring at one another in a sort of tense silence until she could stutter out "Remus! What a surprise." All Remus could do was nod weakly, saying in a less than enthusiastic voice "yes isn't it?" After establishing that she wasn't getting much more out of him she finally came out with "so…uhhh… which way are you going?"

"Depends,"

"on what?"

"which way you're going"

"oh, well I'm going this way"

"well what a pity I'm going this way,bye!" and with that he ran off quicker than one would expect from a run down, tired, 'old' man.

Mary blinked then slowly turned around. "What did I tell you? He's clearly not going to tell us anything." Deanna stepped out of the shadows, "you mean to tell me that you didn't expect a reaction like that? He was hardly going to give you a hug and invite you over for tea. You hurt him too bad for that Mary." Mary bit her lip, so we can just leave it, I mean we're not likely to get any answers out of him." A smirk grew on Deanna's face, "oh no Mary, we're not leaving him alone until he's told us everything because that's what he knows. Everything." Mary's agitation was making her watery eyed "but how do you know that he knows?" At this Deanna spun around and glared at her "of course he knows! He was in the inner circle, he was one of them!" she snarled. "Now come on, we've got work to do!" and with that she stormed off. Mary shook her head, when had things got like this? Deanna had changed, Remus had changed, she'd changed. So much for the unshakeable Gryffindors. Bestfriends forever huh.

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Remus ran why did she have to come back into his life, hadn't she broken him enough? As he reached the end of another street he slowed down, taking deep breaths. No matter he'd go have lunch with Tonks just as planned and forget the entire thing ever happened. In a few days he'd be able to put her back to those distant memories. 'Where she belonged' he thought grimly. An hour later he opened the door to the restaurant smiling, already the confrontation nothing more than a memory, maybe he would be able to forget. He looked around for the table and found it, and went into shock. " oh dear" mused Deanna, "he didn't take that well, did he?"