Disclaimer: see previous chapters. Nice job on the Kim spotting babygal:) id hoped someone would catch it, and Eminem is such a great writer, and thanx for the compliment babe.
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Lily and James walked into their home still carrying shopping bags. Lily carelessly tossed them at the foot of the stairs, knowing none of it mattered anyway. She took off her shoes and let down her hair, while James undid his belt and threw it on top of the discarded bundle of packages.
Lily sat down on the stairs, and leaned her head against the wall. James joined her and wrapped a concerned arm around her frame. She hugged him back, and when he pulled her tighter, she started to weep frenziedly. There were very few people who had ever seen Lily cry. James was one of them, and Diana was the other. Nicole never stuck around long enough to see people cry. She didn't have the strength for it.
Lily didn't cry in front of people if she could help it. But there in the privacy of her own home, with her husband beside her, she let go.
"I know, Lily, I know." James said, with his hand on the back of her head.
A few moments later she stopped and released herself from him. "I'm sorry." She said, looking at his shirt, which was soggy with her tears.
"It's just a shirt." He said, and wiped her eyes.
"No. I mean for giving you such a hard time, punishing you like I am. I don't mean it." she said, sniffing. "It's just that…oh never mind, you won't say it…."
"Oh Lily, hush." He said, taking her hand. "Don't talk nonsense."
"Why is everything falling apart again? If it's not one of us, it's the other. We've suffered so much as it is. I don't know—I don't know how much more of this I can take. I mean, we were just doing so well, and everything was going to be fine and—" Lily just shook her head.
"Everything will be fine." James said. "You'll see."
"I don't know. Diana—she is not well." Lily said. "Sirius too. Something's off—missing with the two of them. It's like every happy breath in their body has been sucked out. They're both miserable. And to think they used to be so in love with each other. They were so happy……the model marriage even. They stayed happiest the longest."
"I was unaware there was a competition." James said. "But come to think of it, they did seem annoyingly happy when—"
"We weren't." Lily finished. She started playing with the buckle on her shoes to distract herself.
He nodded. "Yeah. God, it seems like so long ago."
"Or yesterday." Lily said. "We were both horrible, miserable people. Diana and Nic said we were just awful together or apart."
"Bitches." James said, undoing the top button of his shirt.
"It was true though. I hated even looking at you." She said. "And I've never seen you so mean."
"But we worked through it right?" he asked.
"But there was a time I didn't think we would."
"When?"
"Lots of times. Those long, uncomfortable, silent dinners…….the spats, fights, arguments……when you threw me against the wall during one of your rages……..when you started going out during the day….then at night—"
"Lily stop." James said. "Please. That's a different time, not today, and never again."
"I'm just saying, James, that sometimes relationships don't work out, and maybe for them, well, you know how stubborn they both are." She said.
"Yes, but I also know how stubborn we both are, and look. Here we are, sitting together here, talking about how screwed up our friends are. It's a beautiful thing, Lily." He joked.
"The tables have certainly turned. Now all we need is Remus and Nicole to fall apart. That will totally ruin my faith in the institute of marriage." Lily said, rubbing her nose with her free hand.
"They're not married, remember?" James said.
"It's funny, isn't it? The only couple we know, aside from Frank and Alice, who aren't married, seem to have the most blissful times together. Makes you think doesn't it?"
"Yea. Ironic, if anything." He said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "So what do you think is going to happen with them? Sirius and Di, I mean."
She shrugged. "If she doesn't kill herself, he will." She said, and stood up on the stairs.
"What? Sirius isn't the type to do anything that rash, and neither is she. Well, she wouldn't have a couple of months ago. They just have issues, lots of issues."
Lily stretched her arms over her head and pressed her palms to the ceiling. "She would. But, what I meant was, if she doesn't kill herself, he'll do it for her, well, for himself or however twisted way he rationalizes it."
"Don't talk crazy like that." James said, looking around as if they were being overheard. "What will Diana think is she hears that kind of talk?"
"Oh she knows it. Now I don't think so personally, but that girl has tons of paranoid thoughts that will drive her mad, drive them both mad." Lily said, ascending the stairs.
"Well isn't that pleasant?" he said, propping himself up with the banister. He cracked his neck and followed her.
"Well, that's how it's going to be if things don't change around here." She said, as she kicked her shoes under the bed. "It's all about trust. He wants to trust her but he can't, and she knows she'll betray his confidence one way or another. It's a downward spiral that they can't control until one ends up dead or in Azkaban or become a missing person, you know. Death Eaters are after us left and right. None of us are safe anywhere, and if we can't trust each other then……..we've got nothing except ourselves, and that's a frightening thought for anyone." She said.
"Good thing we've got each other then. Good thing we trust each other." He said, unbuttoning his pants.
Lily thought about that for a moment before answering. In fact, she didn't answer at all. She just shrugged and removed her blouse. While walking over to the dresser mirror she caught his eyes for a second. He was clearly waiting for her answer. Selfish ploy for reassurance, she thought, and sighed. He's being a hypocrite again. Avoiding everything, covering it up, lying. She pushed her hair back to remove her earrings, and found him staring at her through the mirror.
"We trust each other right?" he asked, pulling his pants off by the ankle.
This annoyed her. "You can trust me all you want. And if you are insecure enough not to know the answer to that question, then I sympathize." She said, tossing her jewellery into a little square box on the corner of her dresser. He huffed at her before grabbing a t-shirt out of their closet. She saw him move uncomfortably and shake off something, a thought. Then he paused, as if he had some sort of idea. She knew it in a second.
"I think I'm going to shower before bed, all right?" he said, hurrying for a towel in the closet across the hall.
"Felling a bit unclean?" she asked as he re-entered. He was thinking about her. Even though it was just a second, she knew, and he was avoiding it. If it wasn't said, it wasn't true, right? She looked at her eyes, and they were dry. No traces, just how she liked it. She carefully undid the clasp of her skirt.
"Huh?" He wasn't really listening.
She sat down on the chair that was placed under the dresser. She crossed her legs while staring at her own reflection. She lightly grabbed a small bottle of hand cream from a drawer and began to rub her delicate fingers with it.
"It's eating you away isn't it?" she asked, not taking her eyes off her own.
"What are you talking about?" For some reason he felt the urge to run out the door. That or have a smoke, then again maybe a bullet.
"The guilt. God I wish you would just admit it. Then maybe we could both sleep at night."
"Lily I wish you would stop that riddle talking. Can we please not have one of those conversations?" he said, walking into the bathroom.
"Fine, we won't." she said, acting passive. "Would you like to change the subject?" she asked, girlishly, but with a hint of sarcasm and rhetorical wit.
"Please." he answered, not sensing it at all.
She nodded. "You know who I ran into the other day?" she asked, grabbing a hair brush.
"Can't say I do." He answered, and she heard the sink water turn on. Then she heard the sound of teeth being brushed frantically.
"Narcissa Malfoy." Lily said, looking at him from the mirror. The door was left open. He paused. He didn't answer her, but then continued to brush harder, and then spit into the sink. "She was walking with her sister Bellatrix in Diagon Alley where Diana and I were eating some ice cream." He still remained mute, and Lily thought she might finally have some closure.
"Well, anyway, Bellatrix went into some potions shop and Narcissa came over to say hello. We had the most interesting conversation." Lily continued. Then she heard the water shut off as she watched James stare at his own reflection, concentrating terribly hard on the rise and fall of his own chest.
"That's nice." He answered.
"I thought so." She said, and turned around. "She's looking very pretty lately. Haven't you noticed?"
"She's alright, I guess." He sighed, trying horrifically to get out of the conversation.
"Quite a sad story she is, don't you think?" Lily asked, crossing her opposite leg.
"Tragic." James said, wiping his mouth with the towel.
"She spoke quite a bit of you though." She said, trying to hide either a smirk or a scream. She didn't know which. Needless to say, Lily was making up this entire story as she was going along. She figured something; anything would make him say it, to make him confess. She needed it. It was eating them both away, no matter how things were going.
"I don't have any idea why." He said. "Aren't you coming to bed?"
"Oh I think you know exactly why." Lily sneered through her teeth. He made eye contact for the first time. He could feel her silently pleading with him, but he refused to give in.
"What are you implying, Lily?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.
"Oh, I don't know, James. What am I implying?" she said, raising herself up from the chair.
"What do you want me to say? What, exactly, do you want me to say?" He put his hands on his hips.
She grew frustrated. "See, this is the thing with you James." She said. "You're not listening. There is a lot of unclear communication going on between us right now, which you are not acknowledging."
He sighed loudly before throwing the covers back loudly. He got into bed with her standing there, still angry, and still unfulfilled.
"I thought you were showering." She said, before moving to her own side of the bed.
"I don't feel like it anymore." He said, with the covers over this head.
"Fine." She answered, pulling the sheets harshly over her midsection. She turned on her back while James shut off the lamp beside them. They sat in the darkness, fidgeting, moving about awkwardly, until Lily relaxed staring at the ceiling.
James inched up to her a bit after a good couple of minutes. He took his hand and began rubbing the inner part of her thigh.
"Don't you even think about it." she said, and turned over so her back was to him.
"What?" he asked in a whiny voice. "What did I do now?"
"I don't want your unclean hands anywhere near me." She said into the pillow.
"Why?" he asked, pounding his fist lightly on the bed.
"Because you're a liar." She said, simply. He got out of the bed and turned on the lights.
"Get up." He ordered. "Get up and explain why you are being so bi-polar now. I need the truth."
"The truth? You first, my love." She said, turning back and putting her hands behind her head.
"I have nothing to hide. I told you everything and you know it. You're just trying to make me relive it again, to punish me some more so that I am guilty beyond the means to control myself."
"If you have guilt then you haven't told me everything. I hate this. We need to talk. I need you to talk to me, to tell me." She pleaded, straitening up some more.
"Oh you're one to talk."
"What in the bloody hell does that mean?" she said, throwing the covers from her and getting up herself.
"You know, Lily, since we're having a grand old time acknowledging things, why don't you confess some secrets of your own?"
"What? Oh Christ, what is it now? What could I have possibly done to make you not trust me?"
"Let's think, shall we? When were you going to tell me you were sleeping with Snape when we were apart?" he said, raising his voice to compliment hers.
She looked at him with intense disbelief and revulsion. "What!?"
"You heard me." He said, grabbing a forceful hold on the bedpost.
"Who told you that?"
"Please. I knew it." he aid, shaking the bed.
"Well, you're insane because it never happened. Ugh! That's disgusting." She said, shaking. "Where did you hear such nonsense?"
"I have my sources."
"Well then your sources are bullshit and made up of more liars like you." She spat. "Spit it out."
"Ok. Tom told me." He said, walking up to her.
Lily looked at him shaking her head at his stupidity. "The bartender, from the Leaky Cauldron? Were you that desperate to get dirt on me you resorted to asking Tom the bartender?"
"Well he told me some things, Lily. Things that pointed to a lot of unsaid shit that's been going on around here." He said. They were face to face now.
"What did he say?" she whispered, a little frightened but not so much that she couldn't carry on this ridiculous argument.
"He said he saw you two walking through, with your arms around each other. And that you confided in him, and just the way he looks at you. Then I saw you kiss him and it fit." He whispered.
Lily started to chuckle under her breath. So that's what's been bothering him, she thought. "Wow." Was all that came out. "I can't believe you. You didn't trust me either. Lovely……First of all, he kissed me. I was too revolted to kiss him back. I was drunk; off of you I might add. And we were walking because I was bringing him home. He was too hammered to even make it out of the Hog's Head. The fact that you could take one stupid day's events and twist them into what you think is an unfaithful act then, well, I feel sorry for you. Sorry because all that shit about trust means nothing and you are a fucking hypocrite." She said, plopping herself down on the edge of her bed. She looked up at him again.
"Did you make it up in your head to make you feel more like a man? Did you figure it would excuse you for doing such a thing? Making me out to be some—some--I don't know…..like you." She shook her head and her eyes began to water. He just stared back at her. "You know, it's strange, that after all these years you would think that. After everything I've told you."
"What have you told me? You two had your little secret club of two. I know you complained about me and laughed about me when I wasn't around. You both think I am a joke, don't you? You think I don't deserve you. Maybe you're right. I'm a whore, isn't that right Lily? But no, he would never do such a thing to you. He would never be unfaithful or make mistakes or even lie, now would he? Nope, just me."
"Everybody lies." Lily whispered. "I've lied, you've lied, and everybody does. It makes people comfortable, because the truth sometimes can be so horrifying, so unpleasant, that lies are all we have. They are the protective coating that makes living a little easier. But I never lied to you, or kept things from you, ever. I am in love with you, and no lie, however clever, could hide that. You know that."
James sat down next to her. He was silent for a few moments. "You're right Lily." He said, sighing and yawning at the same time. "I don't know what I'm doing. I just said that to hurt you." He admitted, while Lily let out a sob.
"Whatever. I just feel so….sick. Crying does not suit me. I've been doing it far too much."
"I don't know what you want me to do. I have nothing to say to you. Yea, I wanted to believe it. I really did. I needed closure, closure I still don't have. I wanted to make what happened between me and……that woman justifiable."
Lily's ears perked up. "Tell me who she is." She begged. "I don't want to force it but please, James. I need you to say it, confess it. Please. We'll both feel better. No more lies. We need to start over, yet again. We need it. we'll die fools if we cant admit when we are wrong."
"I can't, baby. I just, I can't, for the both of us, Lily. I know how you'll react." He answered, as he felt her touch his hand.
"Very well." She said, and got up. "It's your conscience, for mine is clear. I wish you would confide in me James, I really do. Communication is what makes a marriage work and without it, well……..You wont talk to me. Its just like Sirius and Diana, and look how that turned out. We love each other, but without trust a marriage doesn't work. You have your demons and I have mine. Now we can either talk like adults or we could drink and smoke all of our problems away. Now that's no way to live now is it?" He remained silent.
"Stay up here then in your comfortable silence, but just know, it isn't helping anyone. Not me, or you, or even your mistress or whoever. Secrets bottle up until they eat you alive. We both know that. When you are ready to open your mouth, whenever that may be, I will be here to listen as I have promised. Now, I'm sleeping downstairs tonight."
"Why?" he finally said.
"I'm not sure, really. Maybe I'm just sad. Maybe I'm just confused. I'm hurt, to put it bluntly. Tomorrow will be better. I know that. It is another day, another chance. Tomorrow has promise, and I can lay awake all night thinking that."
"I want to sleep with you tonight. Next to you, I mean." James said.
"Will that make you happy? Is that what you want?" she asked.
"Is it what you want?"
"I don't want anything right now. You can, if you like. But not up here, on the sofa. This bed has been polluted with suspicion. Better downstairs, with the clean furniture and the moonlight through the bay window. I am comfortable with that."
"Now you're just thinking out loud." He said, grabbing some pillows behind him. They went down the stairs and into the little living room with the sofa up against the right wall with the television in front of it. He sat down first and sprawled the couch entirely.
Lily rolled her eyes away from him and he got the message to move over or sit up. He sat up instead. James looked at his wife to find the moonlight illuminating her hair, turning it into a crimson halo as her eyes sparkled emerald stars that seemed to shake his very soul. He knew then that sometime in the near future he would have to confront Narcissa, or she might do something rash to injure them both. This was one of those times he hated himself, so near to the pleasure of his wife, yet unable to grasp it. She was unattainable, with her cute little lingerie laying unused on their bedroom floor, and the curves of her body held only by a simple bra and panties. It didn't matter. If she wasn't going to enjoy it there was no hope for him. Lily was never one to give in because of a plea. He learned that long before that night.
She sat next to him, not feeling any particular emotion. She put a pillow and then her head on his lap, and they both waited for the dawn to approach, sleep forgotten and after a while, no longer needed. He said nothing, like she knew he would, and she just sat there thinking. Se thought strange thoughts too, about what kind of a family she would have one day, soon maybe. Maybe a daughter, but more likely a son. She could picture that one clearer. She thought about what type of mother she would make, and what kind of child she could raise. She thought of her parents, her mother more so than her father. Her mother had raised two daughters; one couldn't be more different than the other. Would her first, like Petunia, be a vile, disruptive little monster, or a well-behaved little angel?
As the daylight approached and the first rays of the sun crept through the drawn curtains of their little flat, Lily felt a sense of longing for a family, to be a mother. The only thing that disrupted her, and James alike, was an owl that had begun tapping impatiently at their window. Lily was the one to raise and open it, for James would have to move her in order to achieve the same task of letting the poor beast in. She undid the latch that constricted it, and once the letter had been unattached it flew away.
"Who would send us an owl at this hour?" James complained.
"Well, it's Artemis so I suppose they just wanted to tell us that everything's alright." Lily said, in the midst of a yawn. Artemis was Sirius and Diana's owl. She opened it and read it to herself first. "James." She said with anxiousness in her voice.
"Aye?" he answered, stretching his arms. "Well…..what's it say? Is everything okay?"
Lily turned to face him with the letter still clutched in her hand. "Well, uh…..you're not going to believe this……."
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"Are you alright Nicole? You seem very quiet and you look upset." Remus said, over a mountain of paperwork that was piling high up on his desk in their bedroom.
"Huh? What?" She answered from the bed. She was in her nightgown, brushing her illustrious blonde hair. She had forgotten herself for a moment. It had been an extremely rough week.
"You look tired. Try to get some sleep." Remus said, dimming his desk light a notch.
Nicole looked at him, and actually stared him down. She did this absentmindedly, but did it just the same. She had been terribly behind on her work, and it was becoming more demanding with the Daily Prophet being added. She remembered she had a deadline in a few days, but she couldn't remember for what. Mundungus, it seemed, was too preoccupied with something that he told no one about for the past week and a half. There was nothing in the newspapers to spark any interest or give any clues. She had no idea what Remus was working on, but the dark circles under his eyes told her he had been working far too much, and too hard.
"Why don't you try sleeping, Remus? You'll feel better in the morning." She said, placing her brush on the nightstand.
"I have to finish this," he said, jotting copious little notes into a notebook of some kind.
"You don't have to finish this tonight." She said, putting her hair gracefully in a ponytail. "Get some rest."
"I'm already behind, darling." He sighed. "With Molly's pregnancy seemingly underway I have to do this myself. We lost two days because of the unfortunate incident and in two more days the moon will be full again."
"Already?" she said, sounding disappointed. "But, I hardly ever see you anymore."
"You see me everyday. I'm not going anywhere. Nicole, please. It's late and I am very busy. We can talk in the morning."
"I have to work tomorrow morning. I want to talk now." She said.
"Can you do me a favour and look up the word abortion in the dictionary over there?" Remus said, not hearing her at all.
"You know what the word abortion means." She said.
"Please. It would help a great deal." He said, rubbing his eyes to keep from falling asleep.
Nicole got up and walked over to a tiny bookshelf on the right side of their bed. She grabbed a mini version of Webster's dictionary and flipped through the A's until she got to it.
"The spontaneous or induced termination of a pregnancy after, accompanied by, resulting in, or closely following the death of the embryo or fetus." She read. "What do you need it for?"
"What's abortion in French?" he asked.
She sighed, and had to think. "Avortement."
"Now take out the spells dictionary over there and read that for me." He said.
Nicole reluctantly grabbed it and found the word in a couple of seconds. "Mort de bébé (infant death)." She said. "That's it."
"Is there an incantation?"
"No. It says: see pregnancy, fertility, or painless birth spells. It's annotated here that there is a potion though."
"Read it to me please." He said.
"That's a different book. What kind of work is this?" she said, impatiently.
"It's dark magic then. I was right. I have here a bunch of complex ingredients. It was home brewed. There was no way it could have been bought. Healers wouldn't allow it. The prestidigitation is beyond anything we were taught. But it doesn't take long to brew. It does a lot of damage though. It can make a woman infertile."
"What did you find then?" she asked, walking up to his desk and peering over it.
"It's not even in the Latin dictionary, which is amazing. It's very ancient, and was used by prostitutes and vengeful wives, so it says. It's called le vin d'avortement, or abortion wine, to be so blunt. Also known as the wine of infant death, and meurtrier de bébé, or baby killer. And the side effects……brutal. It amazes me that she's still alive."
"Must we talk of these things?" Nicole whined. "It upsets me."
"Would you rather ignore them and then have no answers at all?" Remus inquired, making eye contact with her.
"Oh, answers to what?" Nicole said, walking over to his side of the desk and rummaging through his papers. "All these papers, theories, potions, concoctions that mean nothing……. All this is about is sex when it comes down to it. Somebody is jealous, so much that he resorted to hurting the woman he claims to love greatly that she went mad. It goes back to the thought, if I can't have her, no one can. It's just like school, except now we have freedom, and that's precarious. We're wasting our time."
"What is this Nicole? Why all of a sudden the attitude? We are not wasting our time." Remus said, flipping the pages loudly.
"And where the bloody hell is Dumbledore in all this?" she said, angrily. "We have to do everything ourselves. You've got nothing, and neither have I. The problem is just getting worse. We'll all be dead in a few years if things don't get organized."
"We'll go and see him if you like, but don't say he is neglecting us." Remus shot back. "We owe him everything, do you hear? You and I wouldn't even be here if not for him. Don't be so ungrateful for what we have, and don't be so negative. You and I aren't going anywhere."
"Oh yes, I'm really grateful. We're living on top of a mountain in a ghost town, miles away from all of our friends and family. I haven't seen my mother in five years. They wont return my letters or my phone calls because of who I chose to spend my life with. We are very alone here, Remus, and who do we owe that to, some crazy old coot hidden in a goddamn school? We can't get married. We can't have children. We can't live in a city. You can't have a real job because of what you are and I can barely show my face in Diagon Alley without getting whispers and glares from people. We are practically laughing stocks, but you're too bound by your work to notice anything. Yes, Remus, thank God for Dumbledore." She sneered.
"You were singing a different tune when he gave you that job you wanted. Dumbledore gave me my life, Nicole. He gave me a home when no one would. He gave me a job I could handle, and most importantly, he gave me you, that first day I walked onto that platform. I'd be dead or insane by now if not for him. You may have had it easy growing up, but I didn't."
"Like hell I did. You don't know what it's like to have gone home every vacation and summer to a home that didn't want you. My parents thought there was something wrong with me, and when I told them about you, well……. You remember well enough." She said, gravely.
"Do you think it was any different for me? At least you got to keep your mind when you were in pain. I am an depraved creature a good amount of the year and every time it's over I cant help but wonder if I did anything terrible, or if I hurt you, or anyone. You have the nerve to undermine me and the way we live, just because your father wasn't stingy with his belt." He said, harshly.
"At least I'm not a coward." She said.
"At least I can watch people cry." He answered.
"Oh shut up." She spat.
"You started it," he said, getting back to his work.
"You know what? Thank god we aren't married, because if we were, I just might murder you."
"Because I deserve that." He said, sarcastically. "I'm so impossible. I think Lily and Diana have put way too much drama in your head, my dear. It's polluting you, and now you're just saying things to upset us both. They are married, and have problems that are beyond us. Now it is so late that the sun is starting to come up, so please, I don't want to fight anymore. It does not go well with us."
"Fighting is healthy." She said.
"Fighting gives people the chance to say things they don't mean and end up feeling more angry and insecure then when they started. Fighting breaks people up." Remus said.
"Oh what does it matter?" she sighed. "Fine, go back to your work. I'm going to read or something. I don't want to sleep yet."
Remus grunted to show he understood. Nicole took out Valley of the Dolls and started reading from where she left off. The sun was brighter in about twenty minutes and Nicole stopped. She thought she heard something.
"Hey babe?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"You hungry?"
Remus chuckled. "Not really. Why, are you?"
"A bit. I want candy or something. No, scratch that……chocolate." She said, placing the bookmark inside her novel.
"How's the book?" he asked, yawning.
"Horribly written, but trashy nonetheless. I sort of like it." she said, getting up.
"I'll get you some." Remus said, sliding his chair out.
"No, really. I want to get up and walk around. Stay and finish up. It's just food…….Hey Remus?"
"Yea?"
"Everything's going to be fine, right?"
"Sure it is." He answered. "We'll manage, and so will everyone else. No one's leaving or dying. We just have to get through next week."
"Or next year." She said, leaving the room. She jogged into her kitchen and stopped short when she saw a little envelope on the counter next to the refrigerator. She grabbed it, along with a Snickers bar and ran back upstairs.
"What's that?" Remus asked, noticing it when she walked back in.
"A letter."
"From who?"
"I don't know. You open it." she said, peeling away the wrapper of the candy bar.
Remus put down his pen and took the letter from Nicole. He opened it with a gold letter opener and read it to himself. "It's Sirius' handwriting. Look at this. I don't understand it." He said, handing it back to Nicole.
" Venez immédiatement. Is he mad? He never writes like this. By the handwriting it looks like he had a nervous breakdown."
"Alright? What the hell does it mean?" Remus asked, thinking he should have taken French in school.
"It's weird, and ambiguous. It reads…um…'Come now.' Strange."
"He must have told James and Lily too. We'd better go." Remus said.
"I don't know. We don't even know how long it's been sitting down there." She reminded.
"That's true. Something must have happened though. He doesn't just demand that sort of thing."
"We'll analyse it on the way there. Wait, I know what it is." She said.
"What do you reckon?" Remus said. "They only got home last night or so."
"She left him."
(Transitional and not really having a point, I know, but thanks for waiting so dreadfully long anyway. I appreciate it. :) :)
