Author's notes: I'm really, really, really sorry if I sounded whiny in the letter I wrote. It was around midnight, and I was feeling bad, and I needed something to blame it on.
Bell: Thank you for giving that little criticism……sometimes I need somebody to point out when I'm being a bitch ^_^u.
Swordmistress dan Barsant: thank you so much for that review. I'm feeling much better today.
If anybody sees a good story, please, tell me. I'm always looking for something different.
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It was much later that night that Amelie finally got the chance to ask about Dolores Umbridge. "You looked really horrified," she said.
They were sitting upstairs in his sitting room, drinking tea.
"She works in the Ministry of Magic. She passed some laws that made it almost impossible for a werewolf to get a job," Remus said, leening back in his chair.
"Like what?" Amelie asked, wondering how somebody could make it impossible for somebody to have a job. "You can't pass racist laws, can you?"
"No but……like the employer must know what I am," Remus said. "people aren't very willing to hire a werewolf. The employer is allowed to look at my criminal record, although I really don't have one. Just things like that."
"Doesn't sound like the nicest of people," Amelie muttered.
"She isn't. Harry had her for defense against the dark arts last year. She's sort of the legal equivalent to a Death Eater, in my opinion. Sort of like a privateer."
Amelie gave a small laugh. "Well, at least she didn't recognize you," she said, sipping her tea.
"According to her, we all look alike," Remus said, smiling sadly into his tea.
Amelie had absolutely no idea what to say. They just sat there in silence for a few moments before Remus looked up at him.
"Did you hear about Sirius?" he asked.
It took a moment for Amelie to realize that he had asked a question, and another moment for her to realize what he was talking about. She remembered seeing the newspaper that Sirius Black had died at the hands of Death Eaters.
"Yes," she said quietly. "I'm sorry. I know how close you two were."
"He was the only old friend I had left," Remus said, looking up. "He was my best friend even in school. Let me show you something."
He stood up and walked into the bedroom. He returned a moment with a large picture in his hand. He held it out to her.
A group of students stood crammed in together. "That's my class."
"There's my group—" He pointed to four boys in black and red uniforms. "That's Peter Pettigrew—" a short, chubby boy with mousy hair stood smiling on the edge of the picture "—and James—" a boy that looked almost identical to Harry with brown eyes stood in the front of the boys. "And me and Sirius." A tall boy with Black hair and dark eyes stood with his arm around a smaller boy with brown hair and gold eyes. Amelie saw in the picture that even then Remus' hair was streaked with silver.
It was a somewhat large class. There were three other Gryffindor boys, and four girls. There were about ten Slytherins altogether, seven Ravenclaws and nine Hufflepuffs.
"You think my class in large," Remus said, as though reading her mind. "You should see the East American class of '91……"
She looked at Remus, about to ask how he knew how big the class was to see a wicked grin on his face. "The 1973 New York Blackout……" he said, slowly.
She gave a small shriek and a light wack on the arm.
Remus shrugged. "May as well keep my sense of humor about me. I'm going to need it soon……"
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Author's notes: Well, thanx for reading! Please review!
If you are wondering what I meant by the blackout………many people were in elevators at the time, and when the power went out the figured "hey, may as well have some fun," ^_~.