Author's notes: I am slowly, but surely getting this story done. Don't
expect any more updates until at least the 12th. That's the day before I
get out of school.
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Amelie didn't get to see Remus for the next three days. She wanted to talk to him, but when she went by the shop on the way home from work or school, it was closed. This seemed highly unusual, and began to worry about him. However, on the way home from work on Saturday afternoon, there he was, sitting outside in the warm sunshine.
He appeared as if he had been very sick. There were bags under his eyes, and he looked very pale. However, he greeted her cheerfully.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "You look horrible!"
"I'm fine. I just need some sunlight, and a little rest. It's from severe lack of sleep," Remus responded, smiling.
She must have looked extremely doubtful, because he laughed. She sat down on the steps, and looked at him.
"Where'd you meet Sirius?" she asked.
"Why the sudden interest?" he said, suddenly serious.
"I'm just wondering. I mean, I've known you for a little while now, and all I know is that you own a chocolate shop and studied history in college."
"We met in school. If we hadn't gone to the same school we would surely never have met."
"Why?" she asked. She was positive now of her presumption, but it she still wanted to drag a little. Just in case.
"Because. He grew up in Limerick, Ireland. I was born on a farm in Wales." He smiled. "I guarantee that he wouldn't have come near the farm, even if he was on a trip to the town nearby."
"Huh? You don't know that," she said, frowning a little.
"Yes, I do. You see," he lowered his voice. "Sirius in afraid of sheep."
"Sheep?!" she exclaimed. She laughed for a moment. The idea was almost ludicrous. Then she realized that he wasn't joking. "Really?"
"Petrified of them. Supposedly he used to walk down into the country, and once he was bitten by a sheep, so....."
"So, you two met a Hogwarts?" she said, going straight for home.
He stiffened immediately. "How do you know about that?" he asked, his voice sharp.
"I'm a witch. And Sirius was once the most feared of Azkaban's prisoners. He must have gone to Hogwarts."
"Well, that was a bit of a shock. Where'd you go to school?"
"Beauxbaton's."
He nodded, then stopped, looking thoughtful. "How well do you know your history?"
"Not well at all. If you gave me a pop-quiz on it right now, I would fail with a 1%."
He seemed to breathe then. It puzzled her for a minute, that he may be so nervous about her knowing her history. It was almost as if there was something in history that he didn't want her to know. But she pushed it from her mind. He could hardly have anything to do with ancient people.
"Can you tell me now what animals you are allowed to raise?" she asked, the conversation they had popping into her mind.
"Yes. Grindylows, redcaps, different things like that."
"Anything special?" she questioned.
"Well....... I once took care of a hippogriff."
She smiled. It felt as if he was opening up to her more. It made her feel good. "I like you a lot," she said.
He looked at her. He was studying her; his piercing blue gaze seemed to be burning straight through her eyes into her mind. "I like you too."
But she wasn't paying attention to that part much now. She was looking at his eyes, trying to remember from the first night.
"Your eyes," she said. "They're deep blue! They were hazel, and now they're blue!"
"Huh?" he seemed startled by her outburst. He gave a small smile, but this time it seemed a bit more nervous than warm. "Yes, they erm.....they do that sometimes."
"Yeah." She said, "I understand. I have to go now. I have a lot of studying to do!" she stood up.
"Yes. Don't let me distract you from your school," he said, his smile more relaxed now.
"Bye!" she said, and ran down the street.
That was enough. He had caught her interest too much, now. She wanted to find everything she could about him.
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Author's note: Hey! What do you think? I love to get constructive criticism, so please, do tell. Like I said, I won't be able to update for a while again. But don't give up! Keep an eye on this story.
Also, if you know I spelled the name of that school wrong, tell me!
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Amelie didn't get to see Remus for the next three days. She wanted to talk to him, but when she went by the shop on the way home from work or school, it was closed. This seemed highly unusual, and began to worry about him. However, on the way home from work on Saturday afternoon, there he was, sitting outside in the warm sunshine.
He appeared as if he had been very sick. There were bags under his eyes, and he looked very pale. However, he greeted her cheerfully.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "You look horrible!"
"I'm fine. I just need some sunlight, and a little rest. It's from severe lack of sleep," Remus responded, smiling.
She must have looked extremely doubtful, because he laughed. She sat down on the steps, and looked at him.
"Where'd you meet Sirius?" she asked.
"Why the sudden interest?" he said, suddenly serious.
"I'm just wondering. I mean, I've known you for a little while now, and all I know is that you own a chocolate shop and studied history in college."
"We met in school. If we hadn't gone to the same school we would surely never have met."
"Why?" she asked. She was positive now of her presumption, but it she still wanted to drag a little. Just in case.
"Because. He grew up in Limerick, Ireland. I was born on a farm in Wales." He smiled. "I guarantee that he wouldn't have come near the farm, even if he was on a trip to the town nearby."
"Huh? You don't know that," she said, frowning a little.
"Yes, I do. You see," he lowered his voice. "Sirius in afraid of sheep."
"Sheep?!" she exclaimed. She laughed for a moment. The idea was almost ludicrous. Then she realized that he wasn't joking. "Really?"
"Petrified of them. Supposedly he used to walk down into the country, and once he was bitten by a sheep, so....."
"So, you two met a Hogwarts?" she said, going straight for home.
He stiffened immediately. "How do you know about that?" he asked, his voice sharp.
"I'm a witch. And Sirius was once the most feared of Azkaban's prisoners. He must have gone to Hogwarts."
"Well, that was a bit of a shock. Where'd you go to school?"
"Beauxbaton's."
He nodded, then stopped, looking thoughtful. "How well do you know your history?"
"Not well at all. If you gave me a pop-quiz on it right now, I would fail with a 1%."
He seemed to breathe then. It puzzled her for a minute, that he may be so nervous about her knowing her history. It was almost as if there was something in history that he didn't want her to know. But she pushed it from her mind. He could hardly have anything to do with ancient people.
"Can you tell me now what animals you are allowed to raise?" she asked, the conversation they had popping into her mind.
"Yes. Grindylows, redcaps, different things like that."
"Anything special?" she questioned.
"Well....... I once took care of a hippogriff."
She smiled. It felt as if he was opening up to her more. It made her feel good. "I like you a lot," she said.
He looked at her. He was studying her; his piercing blue gaze seemed to be burning straight through her eyes into her mind. "I like you too."
But she wasn't paying attention to that part much now. She was looking at his eyes, trying to remember from the first night.
"Your eyes," she said. "They're deep blue! They were hazel, and now they're blue!"
"Huh?" he seemed startled by her outburst. He gave a small smile, but this time it seemed a bit more nervous than warm. "Yes, they erm.....they do that sometimes."
"Yeah." She said, "I understand. I have to go now. I have a lot of studying to do!" she stood up.
"Yes. Don't let me distract you from your school," he said, his smile more relaxed now.
"Bye!" she said, and ran down the street.
That was enough. He had caught her interest too much, now. She wanted to find everything she could about him.
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Author's note: Hey! What do you think? I love to get constructive criticism, so please, do tell. Like I said, I won't be able to update for a while again. But don't give up! Keep an eye on this story.
Also, if you know I spelled the name of that school wrong, tell me!