Sorry for the wait-I'll try to make the updates quicker.

Celeste stood in the doorway of her mother's office a moment, unsure what to do. Finally, she spoke. "Hello, Remus," she said, hesitantly.

He spun around at the sound of her voice and walked quickly to her side.

"Celeste," he said, looking down at her, concern etched into his handsome features. "Are you all right? You've barely looked at me since yesterday, from what I've heard about you're day today I can't help but feel there's something terribly wrong."

Celeste sighed deeply. "I need to speak with you, right now I suppose."

She closed the door and laid her food on top of her mother's desk. Remus seated himself in the same chair Celeste had sat in earlier and waited for her to speak. Celeste picked up a sandwich and considered it before laying it down again and looking Remus in the eye.

"Remus," she began. "This isn't exactly easy for me to say, first, I'm truly sorry I didn't realize the truth myself."

She paused briefly, but Remus thought he knew what she was going to say. He had feared this was the reason she had been avoiding him. His throat constricted, she was going to tell him he was a monster and ask that he stay away from her from now on. He wasn't expecting what she said next.

"I understand the prejudice you face being a werewolf," she said softly, "but you shouldn't expect to receive that from everyone, especially from me."

Mistaking the surprised look on Remus' face for one of doubt, she hurried to reassure him.

"Oh, Remus I do understand," she said earnestly, "I have to face all sorts of insults because I'm a half-blood, and do you know my dad's family has rejected the both of us because my mom's not a Jew? Remus believe me, I love you and the fact that you're a werewolf means nothing to me."

Once Remus had recovered from the shock of finding out she didn't loathe him; he jumped to his feet.

"Are you sure?" he asked, feeling dazed. "You aren't afraid of me or anything?"

"No," Celeste said, shaking her head firmly. "But I wish you had told me before."

Remus pulled her close and buried his face in her hair. "I was so afraid you'd hate me and I didn't want to lose you. I'm sorry."

He pulled away slightly and looked down at her face. "I love you," he whispered and kissed her on the lips, lightly at first, then passionately.

Arms wrapped around one another and lips locked together they didn't hear the opening of the door or the exclamation of annoyance from Minerva McGonagall. Rolling her eyes, Minerva kicked the door shut behind her, finally catching the young couple's attention. They broke apart quickly, Remus blushing furiously.

Oh, hello mom," Celeste said breathlessly. She didn't seem remotely embarrassed.

Ignoring her daughter, Minerva seated herself behind her desk. Pointing at the sandwiches, she asked, "Mind if I have one?"

"Not at all," Celeste replied, sinking down in a chair and grabbing the remaining sandwich. "I'm starving!"

Minerva's mouth twitched as she fought to keep a straight face. "Hungry work?" she asked, trying and failing to keep the laughter out of her voice.

Remus blushed harder than ever but Celeste was too busy eating to take any notice. Remus sat down on the edge of a chair feeling awkward. Minerva offered him some pumpkin juice but he declined. After a moment he stood up.

"Well," he said, "I'd, uh, better go."

"See you at dinner then," said Celeste cheerfully.

After saying goodbye to Celeste and his Transfigurations professor/girlfriend's mom, he left the office and hurried off to the cool grounds to catch his breath. As soon as the door had closed behind him, mother and daughter met each other's eyes, and burst into helpless giggles.

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