A\n: Chapter two has taken long enough, huh? I'm so sorry for the delay guys...I have no excuse really, like always, haha. I'll try and write chapter three faster, and make it longer than this one. Please give me ideas guys, they're much appreciated...and, review guys! Thankyou for so much support already!

Enjoy, and God Bless!

"Elise?" he asked quietly. She stared at him for a few seconds before her tight-pressed lips broke into the slightest of smiles.

"I don't recall offering you my name when we first met."

Remus swallowed hard and smiled back.

"You didn't...I asked...An older woman told me."

"My grandmother." she stated softly. "We aren't close, but she still tries to protect me; keep up with me...I hate her breathing down my neck."

Remus smiled and took her hand.

"Well, I'm thankful for the fact," he said, kissing her hand, then letting it drop back down to her side.

"On the subject of first names, I never received yours."

"Remus. Remus Lupin."

"Well, Remus, what brings you to the ministry?"

"What if I...work here?"

"You don't...I've worked here for three years...I've never seen you."

"Smart...I love a woman who's smart."

"You're dodging my question," she smiled reassuringly. "I'd like to know what brings you here on such a kind afternoon where indeed it's much better to be outside than confined in these dark hallways."

He didn't want to tell her...But he had to.

"I'm...re-registering..." She worked there, so she would know this time of year was for the Werewolf Registry...That's all he needed to say, and to his surprise, her smile didn't slip off her face as though someone had slapped her, as he had expected. Instead, if it were possible, her smile became warmer.

"Are you finished then? Leaving? Or just came?"

"Leaving."

"I'm finished with my shift. Would you like to join me on my trip to the owlery?" I have a question I'm sure you'd be interested in answering."

Remus obliged.

"So you searched for me...How did a few hours with no name, and no real background on me, capture your fancy?"
"Easily. You're stunning. You're knowledgeable, witty, and I daresay, attractive." he took a few steps towards the owls in their little cubby-holes, snoozing, waiting to be called to flight. Elise blushed scarlet.

"I appreciated your words of...flattery, Remus, but forgive me, isn't such an adoration reserved for someone you know much longer? Deeper?"

"I suppose one could look at it that way, but if I may, I dis-agree in this particular situation. Elise, you're quite the package. You're enticing, even by just saying hello. You were worth my searching, and you're worth my adoration, even now, for my eyes can look no where but at you."

She would have blushed, if she hadn't realized she was getting to attached. She couldn't let him in close...if he was already this close, closer would be examining her, so to speak...he'd find out in a heartbeat...

"Remus, do forgive me, but I must be going."

"But you haven't even mailed you're parcel yet...nor your notes. If you'd like I could do it for you," he suggested, backing off somewhat from jumping down her throat to want to leave him there so soon.

"That would be lovely." There was that warm smile of comfort once again...or perhaps, it was her smile of pity. "Here," she said, as she took out an old gray quill and dipped it in a pool of ink on the ground. She scribbled numbers, and a name on a small piece of parchment and handed it to him. "My address and full name. If you'd like to speak again, I trust this will be easier than...searching."

He took the paper eagerly, and glanced at it before stowing it in his cloak.

"We will meet again, then?"

"If you come looking, yes. I would love to. Thank-you for accompanying me on my short journey," she smirked. "It was a pleasure and I hope to do it again sometime. I have no work for the next three days, and only shop in the afternoons. Enjoy the address and these tidbits. I hope we do indeed meet again...soon."

With that, she turned, and walked away, leaving Remus' eyes to follow her until he could no longer see her over the hill. A small chill crept into the air, blowing into Remus' face. He mailed her items quickly, and then walked to his small bungalow. He was eager to see her once more...seeing her again, made the want to see her more often, worse. She had said soon? Had she meant that night? He tossed the idea over in his mind...was going to her home that night too clingy? Was it desperate? His mind suggested yes, but his heart suggested no, as long as they had the company of a few roses, and perhaps chocolate.

Elise was cleaning, and she hardly EVER cleaned...like, deep cleaning, flipping over furniture...Well, not exactly, but close. Her whole apartment was almost spotless, the only ting dirty was the kitchen, with food on the stove for dinner, and two place settings made up. She knew he would come. Everything was going smoothly in preparation too, except that she couldn't decide on attire...

A dress? Jeans and a fancy shirt? She hated picking clothes, even just for work...Then again, who was she kidding? Remus had seen her two times she had no idea they would see eachother, and he had found her quite attractive. Any clothes would do just fine. After making sure dinner was still cooking well enough, she went to her bedroom and decided on a medium length, little black dress, and wedged gold heels. Her hair fell into natural curls, so she left it, and then added some makeup to what she had put on early in the morning already. Soon, dinner was finished, and she turned the heat down before letting the pot sit on the stove to keep the food simmering and warm. She had made meatloaf..somewhat rare. That would do for a werewolf, wouldn't it? Yes..Elise was just as nervous...as he was.

Milk or dark chocolate? Dark seemed more elegant...but milk seemed relaxed...just yummy...the kind of chocolate anyone could like. He bought both. As he walked to her house which wasn't far from the small town store he had just been at, he thought over what tonight was...just a hangout probably...but what if she really was expecting him? Did she find him charming? Attractive as well? He glanced at the address number; soon he would find out. As he approached her apartment, he double checked the roses, to make sure none had fallen off the stems as he walked, and then glanced at the address once more to make sure he was standing on the right doorstep. He took a deep breath, held the gifts in front of him, and knocked.