Disclaimer: for the last friggin' time, people, I do not own Harry Potter!! sorry to all of you who are actually enjoying my stuff...this is probably the WORST chapter. I'm getting better, don't turn away in disgust...does anybody actually read Disclaimers? I mean, besides the lonely, anti-social, bloodsucking lawyers who just want to ruin the lives of innocent fanfiction writers...

Ah, most gracious of you all to have visited my humble abode...and I hoped you liked that last chapter, is it ever crazy! This one's not much better, sorry...it's got the mad author in it. Five points to...what ever the hell house you're in...if you can guess what house I'm in.

Lupin inspected his pensieve while the kids worked on their socks and sharpies. I gazed at him longingly, wishing that I could be with him. When he put the pensive away, I snapped my fingers and screamed, "Yes! I'm Sincerity Inkwell! I can do whatever I want, and I could use a little wish fulfillment!"

Being as brilliant as I am, I Apparated into the room next to his room, then walked into his room while transforming into a tall adult woman..the adult version of myself.

Lupin looked up to see me and fell out of his chair in surprise.

"Sincerity?" he gasped.

I smiled brightly, conjured up a chair and sat beside him. He climbed back into his seat, his jaw dropped. I do believe his mouth's open so that he can gape at my powers as a fan fiction writer, but I'd prefer to think he's stunned at my cough beauty.

"You know me from somewhere," I tease, hitting him playfully.

"Yes, last chapter," he replies.

"And...?"

"And my pensieve- does this mean you aren't mad at me anymore?"

I smiled again. "Sure does, sugar quill."

He raised an eyebrow, then asked, "So, when did you decide to start adding new memories to my past?"

I frowned. the conversation wasn't going as planned. "Don't tell me you didn't like snogging me that often!"

"I rather enjoyed it-"(author's wish fulfillment!)"-but don't tell me it's not Mary Sue-ish."

I stuck out my tongue. "I resent that. And besides, this is completely random. It's supposed to be humour!"

"Do you even know the meaning of the word?"

"You're cruel."

"What are you here for?" he asked with a sigh.

"Pardon?" I asked innocently.

"You waltz in about two decades older than you are and start talking to me about how you went back in time and snogged me, and you're saying you don't have an ulterior motive?"

"One;" I begin, my temper rising, "this is a random fic. No plot. Got that? And two; I can find a motive of you really want me to."

"You are quite eager to kiss me, aren't you?"

"You're an arrogant berk, Remus."

"I'll take that as a yes." He looked highly amused.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I snapped.

"No," he replied, and I fumed silently until he asked, "Are you really surprised that we're arguing so much?"

"Yes," I mutter, sulking, because I am a very spoiled author.

"It's because you're my ex-girlfriend," he exclaimed. "If you hadn't screwed with time, we would never have dated, because frankly, you're too young for me."

"You have somewhere else to be," I said crossly.

"I don't."

I snapped my fingers. "Now you do. Go make sure no one's killing themselves with the socks."

Remus stood up and sighed. I stood too, and he said, "Good point. I should check up on them all. I really hope they aren't sniffing those sharpies...intoxication really isn't worth it."

"You do that," I said miserably.

He turned back to me, and tilted my face up towards his.

"You really shouldn't mope all the time, you know," he said, and he kissed me.

Then he left.

I stood there, staring at the closed door for a while until I managed to overcome my surprise and POP! I Disapparated.

"Well, Sincerity," I said to myself, "I hope you've learned your lesson about messing with memories.":

There was a POP! as someone Apparated into my house.

"Is that lesson, by any chance, do it more often?"

I turned around and saw my loyal reviewer, Monikka DaLuver. (a/n: sorry! hope you don't get mad!)

"What do you want?" I asked her, irritated.

She winked and threw herself on my couch comfortably, rearranging my throw pillows. I didn't mind so much, as it's Monikka.

"So, how'd the wish fulfillment go?"

"How'd you know about that?"

She pointed to the screen and I followed her finger. "and saw my loyal reviewer, Monikka DaLuver." She quoted. "See, I'm a loyal reviewer. I read it."

"It hasn't been published yet."

She tapped her head. "I'm just really smart."

I shook my head at her.

"Still mad that Remus didn't snog you back there?" she asked, smiling.

"Actually...no. then I'd have to type a lot of sick stuff."

"How do you know it'd be sick?"

I wrinkled my nose at her. "Snogging, duh. he's also older than I am. Plus, no one wants to read about adults snog anyway."

"You never know. That's not too bad, actually."

"Okay. well, thanks for reviewing. I appreciate it."

"No problem. And I know you appreciate it, otherwise you'd make me a total toad in this chapter. You put me in because you like me."

"Great, well, leave. I'm wallowing in misery."

"Sure." She got up and straightened my throw pillows. "Oh, Voldie rox!" She shouted, then POP! Disapparated.

"I'd better type up that story about the pensive or somebody's gonna hate me. I really should also type up the next chapter of this story, too. I know what it is, anyway."

I groaned and looked at the clock. "I'm enslaved to this stupid computer!" I shouted.

And then, to add to my list of stupid things I did today, I kicked my monitor again and proceeded to hop around on one foot, wailing in agony.

Sorry to those other avid Remus lovers. I'm not stealing him, I swear! Besides, it backfired on me. So no more yelling at me! I knew I'd get people insisting that he belonged to them...actually, Tom Riddle is my TRUE love. So I'm not stealing the werewolf, ladies. Honest. And don't worry, I'm going back to complete randmo-ness with not nearly so much crazy romance in it in the next chapter, which is coming soon...hopefully tomorrow.