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[lumenrelegandus]

[a scream. The figure on the bed thrashes over-but this is not the bed the sleeping body knows; he falls right out of it. A wrenching thud as he hits the floor. A groan of awakening.

Then the groggy, embarrassed, woebegone voice. Even hushed, not nearly as ragged as it will be later:]

Sorry, I'm sorry…

[A hand reaching up from the floor. It

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[video]

[just_dorable]

No, it's not funny. How can you not know he's been in Azkaban for the last seven years.

[ Maybe he hit his head? ]

Upset me? Yeah. Well, not so much as my Mum I imagine. I was just eight. Mum knew him longer.

[video]

[lumenrelegandus]

[Shakes his head. He's still disoriented from the nightmare and the fall and all the other ridiculously unhelpful conversations to juggle through talking heads in a little box, and the fact that this is exam week and the growing sense of alarm at nobody yet taking credit or showing their hand in this absurdity. Saying something so ridiculous and cruel about Sirius is the last straw. Remus says to two windows simultaneously,]

That's enough, now. If it's all the same to you, I'm going to go figure this out.

[spreads his palm as if to block the forge's viewer, and the gesture switches it off]

[video]

[just_dorable]

[ But before he can shut it off because she is beligerent like that. ]

You do that then! If you want to talk about it further, I'm Dora, Dora Tonks.

[video]

[lumenrelegandus]

[why would he want to talk to anyone who said things like that about Sirius again? Such a thing as loyalty.

Except he hears himself answer,]

Remus Lupin.

[before the screen goes dark]