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Love quote of the chapter (don't ask – I'm in a romantic mood)

"If you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else.
If you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have."
Sir James M. Barrie

Chapter 6

Remus,

If I could find you, I would talk to you. but no, you're always studying, and you shout at me when I interrupt. Thus, letters.

(They're only a couple of stupid tests)

(They were named after little slimy lizardy things. How can you take them seriously?)

And I can't just give all my money away, Moony. What would I live on? I ask you this, Moony, and you're not answering. The world's screwed up, everyone knows that. And anyways, I'm busy. We have NEWTS this year. I can't do well at school AND be a frigging boy scout. I'm only human, Moons, you could at least try and recognize that.

I can't contact Padfoot either. The teachers keep interrogating me.

Where's Black, Potter?

Well, if he's sick Potter, why isn't he in the hospital wing?

Why don't you levitate him there if he can't walk?

I hardly see how a simple levitation spell could have any nasty side effects on his condition.

I'll come up to your dorm to help him to the hospital wing.

What do you mean he's fatally infectious?

Aren't YOU still living with him?

How do you know you can't get that disease?

Which disease are we talking about here?

What do you mean, you can't pronounce it?

Blah, blah, blah.

God, they have issues.

And people don't just fire people for no reason, Moony. That's the end of this argument, by the way. I don't believe in taking back or regretting things I've said, you know that, and I refuse to support my father (only biologically, I assure you. And I'd be doubtful of even that, we're so different, if it wasn't for his hair).

Tell her, "Hey Caz, of course I'm not hiding something from you, let's go fool around in an empty classroom."

2 problems solved, you say you're not hiding anything, and you get laid. I'm in awe at my own intelligence, sometimes.

Prongs

Prongs,

I'm in awe of your lack of intelligence, actually. That'd get me a slap. And I don't think lying to her is going to solve it actually.

How can you tell me they're stupid tests, and then use them as an excuse. They're you whole future, James!

And no-one said you have to give ALL of it away.

Sirius has covered for you too, I'm sure he'll be back soon. Ride it out.

And you're more like your father than you realise. I give up on the notes thing though, just talk to me already. I don't bite (usually).

Moony

Prongs,

I have had the worst couple of days, honestly. I mean, we've only been back at school for one week, and I think I'm losing it.

But the romantic soppy books are good too. I want to fall in love, get swept of my feet, find my handsome prince charming, etc. But then again, I've liked books from any genre, if they're interesting and well-written.

I'm sure your best friend didn't mean it. Maybe you should talk to him and tell him how you feel, or something. He might not even know that his habits bother you.

Is the girl your girlfriend or something? Did you have a fight?

And I don't mind hearing about your problems. I'll try to help. Except, not to the extent that I can figure out who you are. It's not exactly a huge school, it can't be too hard.

Trust me, there is no co-ordination gene. I never got it. And I've been laughed and teased for my broom-riding attempts enough that I have no intent of inflicting anymore humiliation on myself. Its possibly the only thing I can't do well, I can't do it, and it really kills me, you know? Everything that you can study for, academic things, I can do, but hen there's this flying thing, and I can't do it, no matter how hard I try. It's really horrible, and I've cried on more than one occasion.

I go to the Quidditch games, because I'm forced to by my friend, but it's honestly not that fun watching other people achieve effortlessly what you would give anything to be able to do.

I'm sure it wouldn't be a big deal if I could do it, it's just that, because I can't, it's a huge deal. Does that make sense?

Goodnight,

Red

Dear Lily,

I love you. Since you came into my world, I've looked forward to each day, the early morning, with you in my life, the blue skies with us beneath a zillion stars, you and me. You make me feel special as no one else can. I like the person I am when I'm with you. You bring out a part of me I never knew existed, a part that was born with our first meeting. You made me believe; now I have a reason to live; now I have a cause, a reason to believe in all the wonderful things life has to offer. You took my hand and drew me into the light, and you saw in me all the qualities that no one else had ever seen. You gave me breath, light, truth, and love. Yes, I love you, for all these gifts and so much more. I love you for being yourself, and I love you because of the person you made me.

Love,

James

Potter, what on earth are you on about? It's the middle of the night, all NORMAL people are in bed, asleep, and judging by the quality of your letter, that's something you've been missing out on recently.

- Lily Evans

Lily, darling, let us have a romantic midnight conversation! For it is only fate that could've caused us both to be awake, together, now.

Look, idiot, I wasn't awake for you in the first place, and I sure as hell don't intend to stay awake for you. Go to sleep.

See you in the morning, sweetness.

Go away.

hi im really sorry and I shouldve updated sooner, but I did it now! Ok?

Please don't hate me!

And ill work on my other stories now. I know, im too lazy and I meant to update before, I just...didn't.

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