Walking the streets of her past felt strange. Each step seemed to take her further and further back in time. She had never bothered to show Remus any of her time in the children's home, never showed him her primary school or the places she used to go. It felt strange that even her memories of the area were as vague as they were, unable to pick out specific moments. The only thing that struck her was the café and the park.

Almost as if she were compelled to, Emma found herself walking towards the café. Her initial plan was to see if there was an owl post location somewhere, but she didn't want to get lost. She had to relearn the area all over again. At least she could make it to the café and the park and back to Saint Nicholas with no issue.

She stood outside of it for a few minutes, debating on whether or not to go in. There was another, newer café that she could go to that she had passed, but she continued past it. With a sigh, Emma decided to take the chance. She had a bit of money to play with, and after the day she had, a treat sounded perfect.

Walking into the café was like transporting herself back into that very memory. Nothing had changed. The only thing that seemed to have changed was herself, several inches taller than her eight-year-old self, and the workers. It was the same glass case, same coffee machines, same tables…it felt surreal. Such a significant moment in time when she was younger had meant so much in the future. With a quiet laugh of disbelief, Emma realized she found herself silently rehearsing her order so she didn't stutter. Perhaps she hadn't changed that much, either.

"What can I get for ya?" the cashier asked, staring at Emma expectantly.

This cashier was a lot different than the one she remembered, but that wasn't surprising. She hadn't stepped foot in the café in six years. The blonde teenage boy didn't appear that much older than her. He almost reminded her of Neville, slightly round-faced but lacking the hidden sweetness that Neville had. She regarded the boy for a moment. Should she get a job? Was she even old enough to get a job? It wouldn't be a terrible idea to work, especially since she wasn't sure how long she would be stuck where she was. If she wasn't old enough, could she get away with a wandless Confundus charm? Was she even powerful enough to cast one without a wand?

"Miss?"

Emma blinked owlishly at the boy for a moment before feeling the backs of her ears turn red. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said sheepishly, pulling out her change purse from her bag. "I'll, uhm…You know what, I'll take a blueberry scone and a small hot chocolate, please." It wasn't at all what she wanted, but it seemed fitting. The memory wouldn't be exactly the same, but it made her feel better. If only Remus were there.

"Odd choice for such a hot day," the boy said, giving Emma a funny look.

"Yes, well, I would really like a blueberry scone and a hot chocolate," Emma said tightly. "So, if you don't mind." She gave her change purse an expectant rattle with a mildly annoyed grin.

The boy pursed his lips and gave Emma a once over. "That'll be four Pounds seventy-five."

"Right," Emma said. Prices had gone up, she noted as she opened her coin purse and flipped it over into her hand. She started to pick out the coins she needed before feeling her entire body grow hot. Emma had enough money for her purchase…if she was in Diagon Alley.

She stared in confusion at the single Galleon, several Sickles, and even more Knuts in her hand. Remus very specifically had swapped out her money a few weeks before leaving Hogwarts, wanting to have one less thing to do when they got home. How did she have wizarding currency again?

"How much was it again?"

Emma had to bite her lip hard to keep from bursting into tears. How had he even known where to find her? She was very curious to know, and if she'd learned anything from the stories she heard from Remus and Sirius, it was that the Marauders were clever.

She felt the tell-tale pricks of tears in her eyes, but she was determined not to cry in the middle of the café. Even without a Time-Turner, she was flung back in time, and she was standing right where she was, eight years old, almost nine, not fourteen nearly fifteen. Emma desperately wanted to turn her head to look, but she knew she would break if she did. Instead, she settled on the embarrassing quiver of her chin.

The boy seemed momentarily confused and repeated the total. A fiver was placed down on the counter with a "Keep the change."

Her father was a ridiculous man. She should have known that he would do something like this, and something told her to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. For right now, he had to be a random and helpful stranger, just like he was in her past. It was enough to make her feel infinitely better.

A small smile crossed her face as the familiar weight of Remus's hand touched her shoulder. "I'm not quite sure that money works here, miss. Might be best to get that exchanged," Remus whispered in her ear. "And if you're looking for somewhere to go, I hear the park is lovely this time of year." A noise, half-dry sob, half-laugh escaped her lips, and she nodded. Remus lifted his hand from her shoulder to brush the back of his fingers against her cheek and left.

Emma stepped out of the queue to let the next person in line order, and she looked out the large front windows just as Remus looked in as he walked past. He gave her a cheeky grin with a wink and continued on his way. Waiting for her treat was going to be a far more excruciating wait than she wanted it to be.

The moment Emma had her hot chocolate and scone, she was out the door and heading towards the park. She stuffed her scone in her bag – she would have it later and burned her tongue on her still scalding hot chocolate. It didn't matter to her – all she cared about was making it to the park. If she was right, she knew exactly where to find her father – most likely at one of the benches that dotted the lake area. She picked up speed the moment she stepped through the gates.

When Emma made it down the ramp into the park, she looked around excitedly and immediately frowned, not seeing Remus. That didn't seem right when he told her to go to the park. She stepped a little further into the park, not understanding where he could be, and she could've hit herself in the head. He was right in front of her, just not facing her.

Across the lake and through an open-air building was a small flower garden that Emma was sure once held water before being filled in. Remus was busy looking at the flowers, hands in his pockets. She could feel the threat of tears again, but this time she didn't stop them as she crossed the bridge. Remus turned around just as she made it through the building, and she froze, staring at him as if he wasn't real. After how her day had gone thus far, she wouldn't have been surprised if it was all just a trick. It seemed he felt the same way, staring back as if he wasn't entirely sure what to think.

"Oh, bugger," Emma muttered the moment she noticed tears in his eyes. It only made her start to cry harder, all hopes of not crying anymore that day thrown out the window, but she didn't care. She set her things down and made a running leap into Remus's arms, throwing her arms tightly around his neck when he caught her. Emma swore her heart would explode out of pure happiness at being reunited with her father. She held onto him tightly, glad that he didn't seem to want to let go of her either. She was afraid that if she did, he would disappear. Emma wasn't about to make the same mistake of letting him go before she was ready for him to leave ever again.

"What are you doing?" Emma managed to say when her crying finally slowed long enough that she could breathe. "Won't you get in trouble for this? Isn't this dangerous?"

"They only watch what I'm doing at night," Remus said, kissing Emma's cheek. "I know, it doesn't make sense to me either, but it shows how much ignorance there is," he added when Emma leaned back just enough to look at him. "Just as long as we're careful, this will be fine. Besides, I'm a Marauder – this is the sort of thing I live for. If I'm not actively trying to break laws just to spend time with my daughter, I'm not doing a good job as a father or Marauder."

Remus set Emma down and very delicately pulled Emma's arms from around his neck, chuckling softly at her noise of distress. He bent down, carefully wiped away Emma's tears with his thumbs, and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Oh, Merlin, I have missed you."

"I've missed you far more," Emma said, leaning into his touch as he ran a hand through her hair. "I've had a bit of a day."

"So I've heard. Sirius stopped at the house and updated me before having to leave again," Remus said dryly. "You cut your hair?"

"I had Papa cut it for me," Emma laughed. "It was too long for me to deal with."

Remus hummed in agreement, running his hand through her hair once more before straightening up. "It was getting long. I noticed it when I realized how much your fringe grew out last month. I figured there was a reason you stopped complaining about your fringe, and it was startling to see just how long it had gotten."

"Do you hate it?" Emma asked, slightly nervous as she reached back to touch the ends of her hair. She hadn't had her hair that short in such a long time that she wondered if it looked silly.

"Shorter hair suits you, but you look beautiful no matter what," Remus said with a soft smile. "It just terrifies me because it makes me realize how much older you look. You are growing up far too fast for me."

"I feel like I have, just from today," Emma said dryly. She reached her hand up to brush a new patch of grey in Remus's hair that wasn't there the last time she saw him. "How did you know where I was going to be?"

"Let's grab your things and go sit. We have a lot to talk about."

Emma couldn't figure out what was more bizarre. She wasn't sure if it was being in a place that held such pivotal moments or being there with Remus with their current circumstances. Almost as if it was second nature, they both made their way to a bench they had apparently frequented and decided to find a different one. It would be their bench.

She felt so much better, far more content under Remus's arm where she belonged. For a brief moment, she felt optimistic, and she felt so incredibly loved tucked into Remus's side.

"There is absolutely no way that you were doing the same thing I was," Emma laughed through a mouthful of scone.

"I swear to you, I was shocked to see you. I had just been by to make sure you were dropped off at the home and left when I saw the Ministry car," Remus said, breaking off a piece of scone as Emma held it out. He popped it in his mouth with a small shrug. "Can't say that I was too upset about running into you."

"Clearly not since you played a horrible trick on me," Emma said, poking his side. "Still can't believe you managed to swap out my money that quickly."

"You were very much lost in thought. Wasn't too hard to do," Remus said. "And since my need to remain professional only has to extend so far now, I felt it would be worth it."

"It's a good thing I love you," Emma pouted. "After how my day's been, I might have burst into tears. Nearly did anyway, and it still would have been your fault."

"I know, I'm sorry," Remus sighed, leaning down to kiss the top of Emma's head. "I thought about it afterward and went to fix what I'd done, but you had already gone into your bag."

"You wouldn't have let me know you were there?"

"I would have, just not quite like that, actually. Just wound up turning out the way it did, and I went along with it."

Emma sighed, laying her head on Remus's shoulder. "What's been going on? I feel like I know nothing. It's just been two and a half weeks of silence. I know that's not your fault at all, but…"

"There has been a lot going on behind the scenes," Remus said after a moment. "It's been…it's been difficult. As much as I have wanted you home, I have to admit it's been better that you haven't been around for most of what's happened. There have been quite a few things that I certainly didn't need you exposed to, so I'll take the small miracles I've been given."

"What do you mean?"

"That you, fy nghariad bach, probably would have gotten hurt." Emma tilted her head up to look up at Remus questioningly, and he sighed, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "It's nothing for you to worry about. I'm fine now."

"Which means you weren't fine before. What did they do to you?"

"It doesn't matter," Remus said lightly. "I'm with you now, I know where you are, and that's all that matters."

"You're not telling me things again," Emma frowned.

"It's not that. I promised you that I wouldn't keep things from you, and I'm not going to break that promise. There's something vital you need to know, but I'm trying to figure out where to start before I get to it."

"Oh," Emma said quietly, letting herself relax slightly. "Well, as you told me for nearly a straight year, just pick anywhere."

Remus chuckled softly, pulling Emma a little tighter. "It was a struggle to get you back up here. We all knew that the Ministry wouldn't agree to let you come home, and we didn't want you anywhere else. Dumbledore's had to do most of the talking for me. I knew that you weren't going to be happy about finding out where you were going, but I hope you're not too upset. I was the one suggested it."

"You're why I went back to Saint Nicholas's?"

"It was incredibly selfish of me," Remus said guiltily. "I just knew that if I had any chance of being with you at all, it was going to be here. I didn't think you'd be thrilled with being in London, even if it would've been less stressful than being here."

Emma shook her head. "I can't be too mad about that. I feel better about everything knowing that I can see you. It's not home, but home is where you are, anyway. And…everything is fine with you? You're not…they won't? With you?"

"No, no," Remus said, immediately understanding Emma's unasked question and wrapping his arms around her tightly. "You don't have to worry about them doing anything worse than they've already done to me. I'm not going anywhere. Other than somehow kidnapping my own daughter, I've done nothing. I'm thirty-four and have a bloody curfew like a child for the next year or until everything is settled, but it's fine. I've gone through worse."

Emma felt tears fill her eyes from relief. If this was how they had to deal with things, she didn't care. It wasn't the perfect situation in the least, but this was fine. This was nothing compared to losing ten years together. All that mattered to Emma was that she wouldn't lose him entirely.

"Hey, no more crying on me," Remus said, rubbing Emma's back.

"I'm just…that's all I've been worried about," Emma said, wiping at her eyes. "I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you."

"I'm not going to lie; I was worried about it myself. I didn't know until last night that they weren't going to take things further. Dumbledore has been doing a lot of damage control for us, but we're not completely out of the woods yet."

"This is…this is good, right? All of this?"

"It's as good as it's going to get for now," Remus admitted. "Not perfect, but this is temporary, just like everything else. You act as if I wouldn't do anything for you."

"I know you would. Made that quite obvious at the Shack and absolutely terrified me, mind you," Emma sighed, frowning slightly. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Sorry for what? I'm the one who's incredibly sorry. I wasn't thinking rationally at all."

Emma shook her head with a quiet laugh. "Sorry for basically being the human equivalent of a leach and always wanting to be with you."

"Merlin, Emma, I'm delighted that you want to spend time with me," Remus laughed. "I was so worried that we weren't ever going to have the relationship that we do because I was an absolute arse. I love spending time with you, not just because you're my daughter, but because of who you are as a person. Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of the term before seeing Dumbledore?"

"Barely," Emma admitted. "Everything became a bit of a blur after Halloween…"

"I told you that you're my best friend," Remus said fondly. "I still mean that. You are such an incredible and strong girl and a very talented witch. I'm very lucky."

"You still say that even though you have Papa?"

"Yes, even though I have him," Remus said, leaning down to press his forehead to Emma's with a smile. "I like you much better," he added, rubbing his nose against hers.

"Am I allowed to say I like you better, too?" Emma asked sheepishly.

"It'll be our little secret," Remus said, tickling Emma's sides. He didn't torture Emma with his tickling for very long before he sighed. For a moment, they were an average family just spending time together in a park. They weren't separated and didn't have to worry about when they would see each other next. "Speaking of secrets, I couldn't bring you anything big, but I do have something from home for you. I think you'll be pleased to see it."

Emma separated herself from Remus and watched him curiously as he stood up and reached into his pocket. She let out a quiet gasp and held out her hands as Remus pulled out a very familiar-looking leather book.

"That's the smile I love to see," Remus said happily, placing the book in Emma's hands and sitting back down.

"First of all, I do not understand how you even fit this in your pocket," Emma said, casting Remus an amused look and turning her attention to the notebook. She flipped through the book and frowned at the still blank pages. "And how am I supposed to use this without a wand?"

"I think you'll find that speaking our oath will grant you access," Remus said with a wink. "And I dare say that we'll be following said oath fairly often."

"Really? Can I try?" Emma asked excitedly. "Just to make sure?"

"I would never dare deprive you of such a thing."

Emma flipped open the book to the first page. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," she said quietly, leaning into Remus with a squeal of pure delight when writing appeared. She flipped through the pages happily. Every conversation they ever had was right there, just as it should. "Mischief managed," she said when she was content that everything was exactly how it should be. Her smile only grew when the letters disappeared, but it faltered when she looked up and saw that Remus had something else in his hand.

"Why did you bring that quill?" Emma asked, not at all happy to see the quill that Greyback bought her.

"Because I think you're going to need all the help you can get."

"What does that mean?" Emma asked, brow furrowing as she took the quill. She noticed that Remus had switched the ink from red to dark blue. At least it was self-inking so she wouldn't need an ink bottle. There was a strong possibility that Remus had charmed it so that she wouldn't need ink for a long while.

"I mean that I'm unfortunately not going to be of much use to you," Remus said gravely. "I'll be here, but I'm limited in what I can do for you. All I can do is guide you as best as possible with your decisions, but you have no wand; you're very unprotected. I'm not taking any chances, and the more in favor you are with certain parties, the better. Greyback is going to keep a very close eye on you now."

Emma stared at Remus for a moment, trying to put together the things he wasn't saying, and she looked at the quill in her hand. "How is Papa, anyway? I didn't really get to talk to him. He just…he came back, and then he had to go," she said quietly, twisting the quill in her hands.

"Relatively all right, all things considered. Apparently, the Aurors were there very quickly," Remus sighed. "He was incredibly reckless. I know that he did what he did so you could escape, but it could have been much more dangerous than it was."

"He's been locked up for a long time," Emma replied after a moment. "After how I was the other night, he probably felt he needed to prove himself."

"Don't you dare blame yourself for that either. I've heard you've been doing an awful lot of that lately. None of this is your fault."

"It feels like it," Emma sniffled. "If I had just –"

"Emma…it will never be your fault. This could have just as easily have happened at any other time," Remus said, turning himself to face Emma and cupping her face with his hands. "It's only sheer luck that no one has said a word. All it would have taken was Ellis saying something at the Ministry. It's not as if he didn't know."

"Still…What if Ellis says that Sirius is an Animagus?"

Remus considered it for a moment. "I don't think that Ellis knows that, even if Persephone does. I think…that her loyalty is skewed. She obviously knows more than she should, but I don't think that Ellis knows everything."

"You think that Greyback has been feeding her information?"

"There's a strong possibility when he knows you two were so close," Remus admitted.

"Before everything happened…before my Divination final, Persephone told me that Greyback wasn't happy about me knowing – at first. She said that he has plans on how to get me…"

"I have no doubt that there's truth to that, but I don't think anyone would anticipate what has happened."

Emma tried to think about everything Persephone had said that day. "She said that he was frustrated that something had changed, and he wants me aware of what's going on. And that I'm going to need help. She mentioned that he's not working alone, but it's more than just Ellis."

Remus frowned at that. "That means he's going to ignore whatever plan was there in the first place," he said, rubbing his jaw. "Which means this could change why he wants to talk to you. It's not any less dangerous, but if he wants you to know what's happening, there's more at stake. I think he was going to you to try and recruit you."

"Recruit me for what exactly?"

"The pack…"

Emma stared blankly at her father, trying to let that information settle in. "What am I supposed to do with that information? I would never."

"I wouldn't want you to, and I'm not entirely sure that's what he would be doing, but it's a possibility," Remus admitted. "He didn't put up much of a fight with Sirius…"

"But what does that mean?" Emma asked, tucking her notebook and quill in her bag. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do now."

"Tread very carefully," Remus said. "Any scrap of information you get, you tell me the moment that you are safe. I don't care what time of day it is. I will always have my book with me, and Elara has essentially moved in for the time being. Someone is always up, so it shouldn't take long for me to reply."

Emma nodded slowly. "Fenrir asked me what my wolf's name is..."

Remus's lips pressed in a thin line. "That means he already knows."

"How does he know if I never told him?" Emma asked nervously. "I don't like that."

"These were all things that I wanted to sit down and explain to you," Remus sighed, looking at his watch again. "What time do you need to be back?"

"By 9. You?"

"The same, and it's getting late. It's not a long walk back, is it?"

"From here? Not terrible. I always used to get back just before I needed to be back in."

Remus stood up slowly and pulled Emma up with him and into his arms. "Before we part, there are a few essential things you need to know. First and foremost, do not trust Ward."

"I figured that one already…I have a bad feeling about him."

"Good," Remus said, squeezing Emma tighter. "You should. Assume that almost everything you do in view at the children's home is being monitored. The only real safe place you'll have is out in public, but we have to be careful with that. We can't meet every day, not here at least, but I've got a plan for that."

"Wouldn't be a Marauder if you didn't have a plan," Emma said with a slight giggle.

"Right you are, my dear. The next thing I'm going to tell you is going to be one of your highest priorities. Whatever you do, do not eat or drink anything while in the home. That comes directly from Dumbledore – he has his doubts. You're going to have to get creative with that."

"I think those doubts are correct. Ward and Ellis both mentioned me…not being a problem by tomorrow night, but I'm not touching anything," Emma said quietly, holding onto Remus a little tighter when he tensed up. "What about taking a shower? Brushing my teeth? Whatever they were using couldn't be in the water supply, could it?"

"I'm not sure. Where did they place you?"

"I've got my own room in the staff quarters, not in the dorms."

Remus was quiet as he considered the possibilities. "That might change things, but that means your room should be another safe place for you. I'll try and get some information for you, which means you need to keep an eye on your book. I'm sure it goes without saying, but –"

"Keep it with me at all times," Emma said, looking up at Remus knowingly. "I would never let it out of my sight. Ever. I remember the rules you gave me in the first place. I'll keep it secret. And what about Greyback?"

"This is at the same level as what you do in the home – you must be careful. He was testing you by asking to know Soleil's name. I guarantee he'll approach you again. If he asks you for her name, give it. Don't let him find a reason to alter things further."

"I don't like this," Emma muttered, pulling away from Remus with a frown. "All of this seems wrong."

"I don't like it either. I have more that I need to tell you, but I'll have to write it out. There's not nearly enough time," Remus said. "But I have a few more things for you." He reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. To Emma's absolute horror, he shoved way more money than she ever expected into her hands. "You're going to need this. What you had before wasn't going to get you far."

"No, absolutely not," Emma said, trying to hand the money back to Remus. "With how things are, you need this more than I do."

"Not all of it is from me. Since I can't give you any of your things, I want to make sure you have something other than the same three things to wear."

"If it's not all from you…"

"Let me just say that Elara is quite aggravated that a teenage girl has been forced to live on the same items of clothing. I have been assured multiple times that er, certain pieces are sure to not be that comfortable."

"Oh," Emma said, flushing slightly. "She's not wrong…"

"Hold up your arm for me," Remus said as he undid his watch.

"Now what are you doing?" Emma asked curiously.

"Giving you your seventeenth birthday gift very early. Suppose it doesn't matter as young women don't typically get watches when they come of age," Remus said as he fastened his watch around Emma's wrist. "However, as you are a daughter and not a son, I thought it would be best for you to receive both gifts. You need it far more than I do, and I did say that I was getting you a watch."

"But it's your watch," Emma said, looking at it with a slight frown. "Take it back."

"Not anymore. I knew it was going to be yours the moment you came back into my life," Remus said firmly. "It's yours. I have another I can use in the meantime. Besides, I think you need the reminder of where your real home will always be."

"Thank you," Emma said quietly, hugging Remus tightly. "I don't want to go back…"

"I know," Remus said, peppering the top of Emma's head with kisses. "I want to take you back with me so badly. I know that this is hard, but you are the strongest and the bravest person I know, and I will never stop reminding you of that. We're going to get through this."

"We always do."

On sheer principle, Emma refused to step foot back into Saint Nicholas's until just seconds before 9PM. Ward was waiting at the door, a scowl on his face, but didn't say a word. There was nothing he could say except to inform Emma her room's door would be locked at night. Emma could care less, especially since she had her notebook.

She was glad that Remus was more than willing to stay up with her. Emma described her empty room and decided to draw him a sketch of the room. Remus was less than thrilled by the lack of curtains.

'It's the same way in the dorms,' Emma wrote to him. 'It wasn't bad when I had the bottom bunk because I could make my own curtain. When Jocelyn made me take the top bunk, I couldn't. I'll get used to it.'

Emma stretched herself out, looking around the room with a yawn. She had been in the same position for a few hours, leaning back against the wall on her bed. It seemed important to watch underneath her door, despite it being locked, and the windows. She peered outside her windows, closing her eyes as a breeze rolled in. It was tempting to fall asleep, even with the bright overhead light, but she still wanted to continue talking to her father. 'There's still so much I need to tell you,' Emma scrawled out, scratching her nose with the feather end of her quill. 'I never got to tell you everything that Persephone told me.'

'I know, but It's getting late, sweetheart. You really should try and go some rest.'

Emma stared at Remus's last message with a frown. She wasn't sure how much sleep she would really be getting.

'I know I saw you a bit ago, but I miss you,' she wrote back sadly.

'I miss you, too, love. Now go to bed. You can bother me in the morning.'

'It is the morning.'

'Ha. Rest, fy nghariad. Daylight will come before you know it.'

Emma snorted as she imagined the look on Remus's face, one mixed with sheer disbelief at her cheek and fondness. She could see it very clearly in her mind, and it made her heart ache just a little bit more.

'Fine,' she wrote. 'But only if you promise that you're going to bed, too.'

'I can go to bed when you stop writing to me.'

'Pushy, you are. Nos da, Dad. I love you.'

'Nos da fy nghariad bach. Rwy'n dy garu di.'

"Mischief managed," Emma muttered, watching as their words faded with a sad smile. She looked over at the clock she had been provided and let out a small groan, stretching out her cramped fingers. They had been writing to each other since 10, and it was two in the morning. It would be so much easier if they had a different way of communicating.

Emma slid off her bed with a slight whine, stretching out her body and her stiff muscles. She should have moved from where she was at some point, but she was too engrossed in their conversation to care. Now that she was standing, she was very aware of how tight her leg muscles were, and it did not feel pleasant. She tucked the notebook and quill under her pillow and made her way to her bag to pull out something to change into. It seemed that just a tee shirt and knickers were on the agenda for the night. She would have to go out and find a launderette somewhere, preferably after she had purchased some new clothes. Emma had no desire to let someone else wash her clothes for her.

Remus had given her far more money than she ever expected to carry around. It made her nervous about having so much money. It was meant to be enough for essentials and to create a small stockpile of food for herself. He told her that he would add a feather-light charm to her bag once she got things situated clothes-wise. It was imperative that she didn't leave any of her food around to be tampered with, and she agreed. However long she was stuck at Saint Nicholas's would be way too long with everything she needed to do.

She started to take off Remus's watch and paused for a moment before deciding to leave it on. Her heart would break if she lost it, and it wasn't uncomfortable to wear. With a sigh, she undid her jeans and started to shimmy out of them until something drew Soleil's attention. With a soft gasp, Emma's head whirled around to look out the window. She couldn't see anything, but that meant nothing, especially if Soleil was the one providing a warning. Curious, Emma reached over to the light switch and turned out the light. Having the light out didn't provide her with any additional information as nothing seemed out of place.

"Shut up, I know. I can't do anything about it," Emma muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead at the start of the headache she was getting.

With a huff, Emma turned around to keep her back towards the window, casting furtive glances over her shoulder as she took off her jeans. She stared at the shirt she was going to change into and decided to keep Remus's jumper on. At least it was long enough to keep her covered. At the very least, she could pull the shirt she had on underneath the jumper off while still remaining covered. It required some effort, but at least she would be comfortable.

Emma climbed back into bed slowly, staring out the window for a moment. She still didn't see anything, but her eyes were still entirely human. As helpful as it would probably be, she didn't possess the optical power of a werewolf. Still, she had no doubts as to who was there.

"Good night, Fenrir," Emma said, settling into bed and lying down, keeping a hold on her notebook underneath her pillow. It had been a very long day. The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.