Hello readers. I know it's only been a few days since I last updated, but I just couldn't help myself. I keep intending to update every seven days, mostly just to give me time to finish the entire story which is already more than halfway written, but it seems that I can't help getting overexcited and jumping the gun. I hope that you are enjoying what I have for you so far and a quick reminder that comments, questions, concerns, and constructive criticism are always more than welcome!
Also as a quick disclaimer, I am neither JK Rowling and these are not my characters, nor am I profiting from this story in any way.
Enjoy!
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"Something's bothering you," Bill told Remus as they made their way back to Shell Cottage after their early morning run.
"Nothing's bothering me," Remus muttered.
"Don't take me like a fool just because I'm younger Remus," Bill said it jokingly but Remus knew there was a hint of seriousness in there. "You've been quiet all morning. Something's going on with you. I want to know what."
Something was going on, but it wasn't with Remus. Just the day before Remus had realized that Luna was a werewolf, that's what was bothering him. Remus wasn't sure what he was more mad about, the fact that someone had turned Luna, that it had taken him this long to realize despite having been in her presence more than once, or that she hadn't told anyone. Remus was almost certain neither Bill or Fleur knew of the Ravenclaw's condition, as they would have to him. What was frustrating, was trying to figure out why Luna hadn't told them.
Remus scolded himself when he thought this however. Merlin only knew how long it had taken him to tell his fellow Marauders what he was, and even at that they had figured it out for themselves.
What he wanted to know was when and who. Remus knew it must have happened after the events of the battle at the Ministry of Magic. Luna had been there that night, but she hadn't smelled any differently. Remus could only guess as to who had attacked Luna, but he could guess.
Remus didn't blame Bill for not having noticed. While Bill's senses were much keener now that he had some werewolf-like tendencies, Bill hadn't had too much experience being around other wolves.
But Remus had. He's spent months with an entire den of werewolves back when he had been on a mission for the Order! How could he have been so stupid?
"Is it the new job? Do you not like it?" Bill asked, still trying to figure out what was on his friend's mind.
"No, it's not that," Remus muttered. Remus loved his job actually. Who wouldn't want to be surrounded by books? It was a bit hectic now as there were a lot of shoppers coming in and out as they prepared for the new school year, but it would die down in a few weeks and then Remus would be having a lot of down time to read between customer visits to pass the time. He looked forward to it, but it was the last thing on his mind.
"Then what," Bill asked.
Remus frowned, "I don't want to talk about it just yet."
Bill sighed but seemed to decide not to push it, "Come on then, let's head inside for some breakfast."
"Actually, I think I'll just head out now," Remus said, to which Bill practically whined.
"Come on mate, first you don't tell me what's on your mind and now you're going to let Fleur think I didn't invite you in," Bill whined, reminding Remus briefly of Sirius.
"How's Luna," Remus blurted the question.
Bill rolled his eyes, thinking Remus was just changing the subject, which he kind of was, before answering, "She's fine. Still sleeping a lot, but she keeps busy when she's up. I think she's decided to do independent studies rather than go back to Hogwarts."
Remus nodded at the information. As he had suspected, Bill didn't seem at all strange when speaking about Luna. Remus would bet his life that he didn't know.
Someone had to know though. Bill and Fleur should at least know, and not just because they were housing Luna, but because Luna needed someone to know. The full moon was only a few days away and Luna needed protection. She needed to be warded and administered wolfsbane so that she did not hurt others or herself. Someone had to be there for her when she woke up naked and alone.
Had she gone through a turn before yet? Did she have any idea what she was in for? Someone had to know besides him, someone who Luna trusted and considered a friend. Remus wanted desperately to tell Bill or Fleur, but he also didn't want to invade Luna's privacy. If she hadn't told anyone, he had no right to blurt her secret.
"I really should go," Remus said thoughtfully, already beginning to back away from Bill.
"What, really," Bill asked but then he sighed, giving in, "Fine, are you still coming by Friday night for dinner?"
Remus nodded as he departed with a wave.
Something had to be done.
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Luna frowned as she chewed on her turkey. He was doing it again.
All night Remus had been staring oddly at Luna. She would catch his eyes drifting to her as she talked with Bill and Fleur, his expression formed into a frown as he stared, as if he were trying to figure something out. Fleur had just announced earlier how happy she was that Luna would be staying longer with them as she was choosing to pursue independent studies, and Luna couldn't help but wonder if Remus was upset that she had chosen to not return to not return to Hogwarts for her studies.
That made no sense though. Yes, Remus was somewhat of a scholar and valued education, but she was a Ravenclaw and she too valued her education! Just because she was choosing to study away from Hogwarts did not mean she had dropped all academic pursuits! The more Luna argued with herself however, the more she thought that that wasn't really the reason for Remus staring at her so strangely.
"So," Remus cut in suddenly, "I get my first official paycheck in a week."
"Hear, hear," Fleur cheered raising her glass.
Remus rewarded her with a smile before his expression became thoughtful once more. "I was thinking, we could change things up a little and have dinner at my place on the twenty-first. I'll cook, what do you say?"
"Well, I'm not sure about the part where you cook, but I would never decline an invitation to your place," Bill laughed.
Fleur slapped her husband's knee playfully, "Of course Remus, we'd be delighted."
Remus' gaze then turned to Luna, "Luna, what about you?"
Luna could begin to feel her heart flutter. Still trying to assure herself everything was fine, Luna did her best to sound casual as she asked, "What night is the 21st?"
"It's a Thursday, does that work for you?" Remus asked this somewhat slowly, but his eyes were searching hers as if they were the last sight he'd see.
Luna's heart was pounding now as both Fleur and Bill both turned their attention to her as well, as if they were curious to see what Luna could possibly have planned that would prevent her from having dinner that night. Luna's concentration was focused on Remus however, who was staring intently at her.
Luna knew there was no more pretending.
"You know," Luna said it as a statement, not a question.
Remus' expression seemed to soften as he nodded at her.
Fleur and Bill for their part looked from Luna to Remus, clearly confused.
"What does he know," Bill finally asked.
Luna took a deep breath and stared down at her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her green dress was decorated with daisies and baby's breath. It looked like a garden. It was such a lovely dress. It was a shame she would be wearing such a dress on this night that would surely be her last at Shell Cottage.
"I won't be able to make it to dinner on the twenty-first," Luna said slowly, still not able to meet anybody's gaze, "and neither will Remus, because it's a full moon that night."
There was a pause of silence until Bill spoke again, trying to make sense of what had just been said, "But wait, why wouldn't you…"
Bill's question drifted, hanging heavily in the room for a moment before comprehension seemed to dawn on the couple and they exploded with rapid questions.
"What?"
"When did this happen?"
"Are you alright?"
"Are you alright?"
"How long?"
"Are you alright?"
"What can we do?"
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Are you alright?"
Luna shook her head, her eyes shut tight as she tried to calm the voices screaming in her ears and the tears from falling. She kept her eyes closed and began to explain quietly, but it was enough to settle down Fleur and Bill, both anticipating what she would say.
"It happened the night of the final battle, before my dad...It was Fenrir Greyback. I'd guess I was his last victim before he was killed. I was dueling someone, I can't remember who exactly, just that I was tackled to the ground, and next thing I knew," Luna's hand strayed once more to her side, just a little under her breast where there was still a scarred outline of Fenrir's teeth on her pale skin.
Luna didn't open her eyes until she heard a choked sob come from Fleur's mouth before she was suddenly engulfed in the Frenchwoman's arms. "Oh ma chere," Fleur whispered, "I am so sorry. I'm so very sorry."
Luna didn't trust herself enough to answer, instead wrapping her arms around the thin woman's waist and letting her tears fall into Fleur's long silky hair. Finally Fleur pulled away just enough to caress Luna's face in her hands, "But why did you tell us? It's been two full moons since that night. Have you told no one?"
Luna shook her head, "Everyone already has so much to carry with everything that's happened. I didn't want to be a burden."
"Oh Luna, you are no burden," Fleur cried. "You are a very brave girl. I'm sorry if we ever made you feel like you couldn't trust us with your secret."
Luna's eyes welled with tears again at the sincerity in Fleur's face. One glance at Bill and Luna knew he felt the same. She was overwhelmed with love for this young couple who had been nothing but kind and caring to her since the moment she had met them.
Luna felt foolish now for not having told Fleur or Bill what she had become, but it was true. Everyone surrounding Luna had had their own sorrows to carry and Luna did not wish to load any of hers onto others.
Luna wasn't particularly upset that she was a werewolf now as she had never thought any less of them. When Luna had discovered Remus was a werewolf in her second year, she had hardly batted an eyelash at the knowledge. All she knew and cared about was the Professor Lupin was a good and kind man, and he was good and kind. She could never fault anyone for being a werewolf if they were inherently good.
What hurt Luna more was that although she did not feel any less of a person for being a werewolf now, transformations were definitely the most physically painful experience she had ever gone through. If given a choice, Luna would have never chosen to become a werewolf, if only because it would mean she would not have to go through twelve painful nights every year for the rest of her life. One transformation was enough to traumatize a person for the rest of their life.
She could only imagine how Remus had dealt with it for more than half of his life.
Luna's eyes strayed now to the werewolf over Fleur's shoulder. He was staring at them with a frown etched deep into his face, pensive in his stare. Remus' eyes caught hers and flash of guilt quickly flashed in his golden orbs.
Luna knew Remus did not seem the type to blurt out other's secrets, and while he had not come outright and said, it was obvious he had been goading her into revealing hers. It seemed very unusual behavior for her usually calm and reserved ex-professor, but Luna hoped her expression conveyed that she forgave him, whether he was asking for forgiveness or not.
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Remus stared at his yet untouched glass of butterbeer in his hands. He, Fleur, and Bill were now all seated silently around the kitchen table in solemn silence, ruminating over what had just recently been revealed over dinner.
After Luna and Fleur's tears had come to a stop, Luna had explained how she had hidden the wound from Madam Pomfrey after Remus had delivered her to the mediwitch. The bite having been still fresh and new, the werewolf disease had not yet completely immersed itself in Luna's blood, and that was why Remus had not detected the change his ex-student that day. At the time, all Luna could think about was the death of her father, her mind too busy trying to process that to even begin to even think of the implications on her side.
Luna cleaned her secret wound as best she could, and it was a miracle in itself that the wound didn't become infected. Unfortunately for Luna, she had to begin thinking about what she was going to do now as there was a full moon only a month away, and as the day drew closer, she knew she would have to make preparations. By the time she had looked up how to make Wolfsbane however, she saw that there was not enough time between then and the full moon in order to complete the potion, as the potion itself needed to be made under a complete moon cycle.
So, the day of the full moon, Luna had excused herself early to bed and transfigured one of her pillows to have wild blonde hair and hid it under her blankets so that Ginny would not suspect her absence. Then she left the Burrow and sought refuge in the forests near her old home. Luna had been hesitant to step foot into the woods that held so many memories for her, but there was no time to think of that anyway as she had to get straight to work putting up wards to protect others from getting near her while she was in her new form. Once Luna had finished, there was nothing to do but wait for the moon to rise.
Luna had been sitting quietly on the mossy green floor, her arms holding her knees close to her chest. It was one of those rare occasions in which Luna actually felt her eyes getting heavier and heavier, her mind getting woozy, and she was just beginning to think that perhaps she could somehow possibly sleep through the transformation, but then she felt it.
It started in her chest, a pain so excruciating she thought she might be having a heart attack, but she knew somehow, instinctively, that this pain was so much more than that of a heart attack. Luna screamed as she felt her muscles tightening and stretching, her internal organs seemed to shift inside of her, the feeling so foreign she thought she might puke. When she heard the cracking come from inside her, she realized that was the sound of her bones breaking, all at once. The pain was too much and Luna laid flat on the ground, trying to scream but no sound could come out of her. All she could do was feel what was happening her, tears rolling on her cheeks, no one witness to her pain but the trees keeping watch.
It wasn't long before Luna passed out from the pain, and without the wolfsbane, the night had been complete darkness, no memory whatsoever of the turn. She had woken up cold and alone, completely bare as her clothes had torn to shreds during the transformation. Luna had transfigured what was salvageable of her clothes into a loose dress before making her way back to The Burrow to fall in a heap on her bed, exhausted from what she had grown through, no one at the household any the wiser.
Over the next month Luna had spent some time trying to gather all the ingredients necessary for the Wolfsbane, many of which seemed nearly impossible to attain. As Luna read the potion more thoroughly, she slowly began to realize that she didn't have near enough skill the potion required in order to complete the potion. So when the next full moon came, Luna had done the whole thing all over again.
Fleur had begun crying silently again as Luna told her story, Bill reaching over to hold his wife's hand. Luna for her part had stared quietly at the ground as she explained it all. When Luna was finished, Bill assured her that they were sorry she'd had to go through this all alone, but she had them now, and they would help her in either creating the Wolfsbane potion or finding someone who could.
Luna had thanked them and then stood up explaining she was tired and wished to go outside for a moment. Remus had avoided the younger girl's gaze as she brushed by him to go outside.
Remus could feel a sinking guilt deep in his belly that prevented him from drinking his butterbeer. He wanted to believe something he had eaten at dinner had sat unwell with him, but he knew it was his own behavior that had caused this and not the food at all.
"Why did you do that, Remus," Bill asked the older man as soon as Luna had stepped out, and Remus knew the redhead wasn't at all impressed with his behavior either.
Remus could say nothing to excuse his behavior. Still, he responded, "Someone had to know. She shouldn't be carrying this burden all on her own."
"Well that's obvious! But you shouldn't have tried to trick her like that to get her to tell us," Bill almost growled. "What were you thinking? You should have told us directly!"
"Or at the very least confronted Luna privately to convince her to tell somebody," Fleur cut in, her hand resting on Bill's wrist to calm him. Though, judging from the expression on Fleur's face, he would guess she was barely keeping it together herself.
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Remus wasn't sure what had come over him to have behaved so rudely. Remus had not planned on getting Luna to share her secret by goading her over dinner. It was all very uncharacteristic behavior for him, only ever prone to act in such a way occasionally when dealing with Sirius and James. But Luna was nothing like Sirius and James. Remus had no right to have forced her secret so publicly from her. He should have just confronted her quietly and asked. He should have urged her to tell Bill and Fleur and been there for her. He had been her professor for Merlin's sake.
"I don't know," Remus admitted.
"What do you-"
"Well there's no use in worrying about it anymore," Fleur interrupted Bill. "Now that we know, we have to figure out what to do next. She can't keep on going through that pain every month, it's complete torture. She needs Wolfsbane."
Remus shook his head, "It's like Luna said, Wolfsbane needs an entire month and the next full moon is in only a few days. There isn't enough time. She'll have to transform without it again."
"You can't be serious," Bill exclaimed. "Remus, you must have extra Wolfsbane you can give her. Who makes you the potion?"
"Horace Slughorn has been making my potions for the last year, but he only ever makes enough for me. I drank it this morning, three days before the full moon as it is meant to be taken. I'll let Horace know to make more for next month."
The three were silent for some time, trying to come up with a solution but knowing there was no other way around it. Luna would have to go without the Wolfsbane once more.
"Remus you have to help her," Fleur said then, and both Bill and Remus stared at her confused before she explained. "You were there for Bill when he was attacked by Greyback. Luna wasn't just attacked by him, she was turned. She'll need someone who knows this life to be there for her, to mentor her."
Bill nodded vigorously then, "She's right Remus, if anyone can understand completely what's she's going through, it's you."
"I'll do what I can," he murmured. Remus decided not to voice the fact that he hardly thought Luna would want him anywhere near after what had happened at dinner.
After some more silent sitting, Remus thought it was the right time to excuse himself.
Remus had just said his goodbyes and heard Shell Cottage's door close behind him when he caught sight of a small light not too far off from him, hiding amongst the tall seagrass.
Remus was unsurprised to find that the light wasn't a light after all, but Luna's head of white-blonde hair, illuminated by the moon's glow. She was kneeling on the floor, her back turned to him as she stared up at her namesake, now the orb that would dictate her life.
Remus hadn't known how involved Luna was in the war until after she had stayed at Shell Cottage following her rescue from Malfoy Manor. He'd not known how close Luna was with Harry and his friends until he'd seen her that night of Sirius' death at the Ministry. It did not take him long to recognize her, despite having not seen her since her second year, but Luna Lovegood was distinctly memorable. He was vaguely aware of The Quibbler, the magazine Luna's father published, an interesting, albeit questionable read. And then issues from The Quibbler were mysteriously cut short, and after a visit to Bill and Fleur after a lengthy mission he had learned that Luna had been staying at Shell Cottage before returning to Hogwarts only a few days before. Then of course he learned that she was close enough to the Weasleys that at least two of them had invited her to stay with them this summer.
It was curious to think that Luna Lovegood had been through so much.
Remus could recall the last time he had seen Luna kneeling on the floor, only then she had been holding the dead body of Xenophilius Lovegood in her arms.
Remus could still remember the slight weight of Luna in his arms as he'd held her. He could remember the dampness on his chest from where she had pressed her face, her tears and the blood from the cut on her temple seeping into the fabric of his robes. She had felt so small as he'd carried her, small, but impossibly warm. His entire front had burned with her warmth, a reminder of the fact that although she was sad and injured, she was alive. One more person he knew had made it, at least one.
He remembered arriving at the castle with the girl in his arms and being ushered by Madam Pomfrey to the Great Hall where cots had been set up for the injured. He remembered the reluctance he'd felt at leaving her alone, but he'd had other matters to attend to, more bodies to find, hopefully most of them alive.
He remembered feeling startled when Luna had spoken and told him that she would be fine. She had stopped crying some time ago, but her eyes were puffy and red from all the exertion, her body almost limp as she curled up into a ball. Remus had said nothing but nodded before going off to find others.
He wished to hear those words from Luna now. He wanted assurance that Luna was still safe, to reinforce what he had thought when he had first picked her up months ago. He felt remarkably without control, not having been aware of the danger Luna had been in all summer. He wanted to hear from her that all would be well, as he had months ago, but that would mean speaking to her now and confronting his actions from dinner.
Remus instead walked away wordlessly as he had at the Great Hall, the wolf in him laughing at him, coward, the whole way.
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It had been a whole day since that awkward dinner in which that awkward dinner had occurred, and Luna was back sitting amongst the sand and the grass, staring out into the dark waves crashing onto the shore. It seemed the full moon's effects were beginning to have an effect on the ocean, the way it did with Luna.
Luna had a feeling that Remus hadn't intended to reveal her secret in the way that he had. Yet, even as she knew this, sitting on the beach after Remus had left the house last night, Luna couldn't help but feel somewhat put out by her ex-professor. She kept thinking about it over and over again in her head, and when Bill had come outside to ask if she would be coming in soon, she'd snapped that she would come in when she was ready.
Admittedly, she wasn't quite as snappish as perhaps someone else might have been in her place, but considering it had come from Luna, she had practically barked at Bill. She had apologized as soon as she said it, but it was still somewhat unfamiliar behavior for her. All day Luna had also felt somewhat on edge and had spent the better part of her day at the beach staring at the waves.
Fleur had mentioned earlier that Remus would be joining her on the night of the full moon, so that she would not be alone during the turn. Luna was yet unsure of how she felt about this proposition. She was even more unsure of how Remus must feel about it.
Remus had been a werewolf for a long time, obviously he was more than familiar with the monthly change. However, what Luna was unsure about was the fact of whether or not he would be willing, or even want to show her the ins and outs of being a werewolf to her, someone who although had been his student many years ago, was for all intents and purposes a complete stranger. Luna could see that Remus was close with Bill and Fleur, which spoke highly of him, but Luna didn't really know him either. She knew he enjoyed teaching, as he had seemed sad on his last day as resident professor at Hogwarts, but Luna did not think he would enjoy nearly half as much teaching something that was incredibly personal for him and something that he had aimed to keep secret for many years. Even now, though Remus Lupin was celebrated as a war hero, he seemed to remain quite tight-lipped about his condition.
Luna knew it may be hard for Remus to teach her what she needed to know, and while she would respect his decision should he leave her to learn on her own, she couldn't help but think that it would be nice to have someone teach her. Especially someone as kind and patient as Remus is.
Luna frowned, hoping the older man wasn't upset with her.
Two more days and Luna would know what Remus thought about all of this.
Luna was just beginning to catch a certain scent in the air when a soft and now familiar voice spoke her name.
Looks like you'll find out tonight cub, another voice spoke, this one in her head and one she was still getting familiar with.
Luna turned around to look up at Remus, his hands in his pockets and a sheepish expression on his face. Now that he was closer, his scent was a lot stronger and Luna wondered if she should train her nose to pick up on scents better. It could definitely come in useful to know when someone she knew or didn't was close by.
"May I sit with you," Remus asked, distracting Luna from her thoughts.
Luna quickly nodded and watched her old professor ease himself down onto the floor. Luna was very careful to not giggle at the sight of her professor sitting cross-legged next to her, his brow furrowed in what seemed to be disapproval of the sand that was already all over his pants. It had been nice to see Remus relax with a glass of elvish wine at Shell Cottage, seeing him laugh more than she had in her entire second year at Hogwarts, but it was still odd seeing him sitting Indian style beside her.
"How are you," Remus asked carefully, and Luna was certain he was trying to gauge how upset she might be with him.
Luna looked away from him to smile softly at the sea. It didn't take much for her to be put on good terms. "I'm alright thank you, nervous but alright. Bill and Fleur are good friends," she nodded resolutely.
"You're lucky to have them to support you," Remus agreed.
"You have them too," Luna turned to him, certain he must know. It was clear to Luna that Bill and Fleur truly adored Remus and looked forward to his visits. Luna wasn't sure she had anyone in her life who were so eager for visits from her.
Remus seemed to blush a moment but looked away before Luna could tell for certain, "That I do, and I am glad for it."
The two sat in silence for a few more moments, the only sound that of the waves. It was quite late, and Luna was far from sleepy, but she still thought it an odd time for Remus to pay a visit for Shell Cottage.
Remus seemed to read Luna's thoughts as he suddenly cleared his throat, "I imagine Bill and Fleur have told you I would stay with you on the night of the full moon?"
Luna nodded, waiting for him to go on.
"They thought it would be a good idea to have me nearby, as I may be of some support during the change and after the turn. Bill and Fleur would put up wards and remain nearby to make sure nothing goes wrong, not that it would. Of course, this is all assuming you want me to be there."
Luna smiled softly at him, "I would like that, but is it alright with you?" At Remus' confused face she went on, "I don't want you to feel obligated to be there with me if you would rather not. I would completely understand, you have no obligation to me after all."
Remus looks positively shocked at her words, "Luna, I was your teacher once."
"I know, but that doesn't mean you have to be again. I know it must be hard for you, I don't want to make you feel as if you have to be there for me, even if Bill and Fleur asked you to, because you don't."
"I want to be there."
Luna blinked.
"What?"
Remus sighed, "You're a good person Luna, a great person. You are unique and smart and kind and incredibly true to yourself. More people should be like you. I enjoyed having you as a student. You didn't deserve for me to force you to reveal your secret the way that I did. I should have asked you about it privately, and asked you myself if you wanted my help right from the start. Adjusting to this disease is unimaginably difficult and I wish I had had someone who knew to have taught me about being a werewolf as I was growing up. I will not allow someone I care about to go through this alone and I want to help you for as long as you want me to."
Luna reminded herself to breathe as she stared into Remus' golden eyes. She couldn't help but feel touched at Remus' little speech, particularly the part where he had said that he cared about her. Luna was sure that more people said this to each other without too much weight in the words, so it must be a very casual thing to say to someone, but still, Luna was not used to anyone telling her that they cared about her aside from her father, and until recently Bill and Fleur.
She was also unfamiliar with the warmth she felt in her cheeks and looked away from the older werewolf so that he could not look directly at her face. She was glad Remus seemed to truly want to be by her side on the night of the full moon. Remus seemed to understand however as he waited a moment before he reached into his cloak, "I've brought you something."
Luna stared curiously at the little book Remus had placed into her hands. It was very thin, practically a pamphlet, but it had a lovely grey cover with silver designs all around the edges. It was scratched up and delicate, and Luna imagined Remus had owned this book for quite some time.
"It's a book on werewolves. There unfortunately isn't too much material out there on symptoms, changes, and other things you'll need to know now, and what's worse is that there is no material written by an actual werewolf so a lot of the material that is out there is wildly inaccurate. This book however was written by Jacob Piddleton, who actually lived with werewolves for an entire year before he put this together. It's short, but I thought you might find it useful to read and then you could ask me any questions you may have or I could clarify or expand on whatever you wish."
"Thank you professor," Luna breathed as she let her hands ghost over the delicate pages.
"Remus, remember," Remus reminded gently and Luna let out a short laugh as she nodded.
"Right, Remus," Luna smiled.
The two sat in comfortable silence, and Luna was vaguely aware of how much her mood had improved, almost silly to think that Remus had been responsible for her upset mood only fifteen minutes ago.
Remus Lupin had always had a very calming presence on Luna after all.
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