dumbley-dorr!

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Remus had received the owl whilst sorting through his socks upstairs from the Three Broomsticks, and was very puzzled as to why Dumbledore had just sent him a letter asking for his presence. Shrugging it off, Remus quickly put a pair of socks on his feet, followed by an old, though well-polished, pair of leather shoes, and attempted to neaten up

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[dumblexcore]

As Albus worked his way through papers taller than his beard was long, one of his paintings informed him boredly, "Someone outside your office, sir."

Realizing he hadn't given the man a password, he groaned as he stood up and made his way down to the Gargoyle.

Opening the door, he said, "Come in Remus, come in, there is much we need to talk about."

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Remus entered, offering a smile to Dumbledore. "Good afternoon," he greeted the older man quietly, and looked around his office for what must have been the millionth time ever - he'd spent his fair share of time in this room and yet there was that quality of wonder that never seemed to go away.

"What exactly did you want to talk to me about, Headmaster?" he inquired curiously as they sat down.

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Nodding, Albus said, "Right, right."

"Well, there's no use dancing around the subject... I've never been wonderful at dancing besides."

Continuing on boldly, Albus said, "Remus, I want you to come back as our Defense teacher."

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Remus immediately stood. "Headmaster -" he started heatedly, then stopped and sat down again.

"Headmaster, I can't say it wasn't enjoyable teaching, but - the knowledge that I am what I am has already spread, and no doubt the parents of the children, and the children themselves - it would be far too dangerous for me to take up the post again."

He had liked the job, immensely much, but just thinking of what could happen made Remus positive it couldn't happen again.