"Remus, how have you been? I don't believe that I've been given the
opportunity to converse with you as of late," Lexus said, taking the
glasses of his eyes and rubbing them.
"I've been quite well, Lexus. What about you? You look tired," said
Remus, wincing for stating the obvious. Lexus caught the expression, and
laughed.
"It's alright, Remus, and I am. I've been having a hell of a time
tracking down any of the Slytherin students. They're still mad that
Professor Dumbledore didn't choose their candidate to be the "Chronicle
Man." Why they call it that, I'm not sure." The winding corridor that
Remus and Lexus had been meandering down came to an abrupt stop, and they
were right outside of Lexus' publishing office. He thought for a moment,
then said
"Mr. Spanky!" The door swung open, and Remus fought back laughter as
he stepped into the room.
"Hm," said Remus, "it's a bit cluttered in here. How do you get work
done?"
"Oh," said Lexus, waving an impatient hand. "I've house elves to see
to that sort of thing. Please, won't you have a seat?" Remus obliged,
taking the biscuit that Lexus was offering him.
"Are you sure you aren't missing anything?"
"Quite," said Remus. "I haven't a class this period. It's History
of Magic. I got all of the credits I needed in that course ages ago."
"Yes," Lexus replied. "You did, and so did Luna Corrona, but she's
still taking the class, even though she probably knows enough to teach it."
Lexus watched Remus carefully at this, to see what the reaction would be
when Luna was mentioned. Something flickered in Remus' eyes, something
that was not missed by Lexus. It was gone in an instant, though.
"I imagine you have some questions to ask of me, Remus."