Letter to Remus: 13 June 1977
REMUS J. LUPIN, since nicknames are apparently socially unacceptable things:
I am not, in fact, wearing a cloak and yet I am still upon the roof. Does this bother you? At least a little? I hope it does if only because you're so fun to bother - besides that it's really quite warm outside and there's no need for further insulation. As to why I am still on the roof, I apparently dozed off a while ago and in sleeping came precariously close to the roof's edge. I woke up and caught myself only to find a letter about to tip off my face. Bloody owls.
Am glad you are enjoying the chocolate, as visible by your words and persistent smudges. Have lots more of it if tempting is the way to get one of us visiting.
In regards to what you said (and I could hear your little, horrified "oh dear" voice as I read this bit) I've called her Red to her face many times, I'll have you know, and only once has she slapped me so I can't be so bad off. I think she doesn't hate me, but maybe doesn't like that James and I get on so well whether or not she's around. He doesn't need her to get on with things and though I understand entirely too well the need for snogging I think that's why she's upset. To which I say, bugger that. It isn't my fault that Prongs and I've been best mates since first year and if there's things she doesn't like about him (the Sirius Black things) then she needs to deal with that instead of taking it out on me. I'ven't done anything wrong at all. Even you said so! You said she's given you The Look just for associating with Prongs, Peter, and me - three suspects in the Case of the Wicked Nasty Glare. She's off with James right now so obviously it's not him who's guilty, and Peter... Peter is a harmless, silly little thing. That leaves only poor, put-upon Padfoot to deal with all this injustice being heaped upon his especially strong, broad shoulders and to rest upon his brilliantly handsome head.
Don't get me wrong - I'm happy for James to have found a bird like that who'll give him the time of day, and I've heard she's nice (though I cannot personally vouch for such things). The almost-marriage you pointed out is a bit alarming, but really, it's about time for James to move on from me. At last he has realized that our love can never be!!
Back to what I was saying about getting James in on this, I will announce my first decision as Captain of this exploratory mission: I declare that Prongs is coming with us whether Red LILY wants to pout about it or not. Don't know how he'll feel about that, but I think we'll just have to work on this when she's not about. I'm sure Peter's up for it whether we hear from him soon or not - he's so glad Prongs and I keep the Slytherins off him that he won't deny us much of anything we ask.
And I think it'll work - James seemed really excited about it all. Said it'd be great to help us totally blow out this final year if we had some clear way of getting around rather than just hoping we can find the passages we took before. Lots of things to take care of in our last year, you know? This will help loads if we can get it worked out, especially if we can get it worked out before April. Didn't have much time to talk with him besides that, but I'll bother him about it tomorrow.
I don't know whether to be hurt or thrilled beyond words that it appears you're only bringing me along to increase the risk factor. Until I figure that out, I'm just going to say bravo, Remus. It's taken you nearly seven years but you're finally getting there. And we do need a much less... well... you name than the Maiden Voyage. Sounds like one of those Muggle novels with the girls on the front in the tight dresses with the big... voyages. We need something really cracking, like the Raiders or the Ravagers or the Marauders. Something that sounds like it'd tackle you in a dark alley and steal your mum's picture from your wallet JUST BECAUSE IT CAN.
The captain now must venture below deck into the cabin, where he is less likely to fall off something - there he will recover from the difficult decisions of the night and try to sleep despite excitement that Moony might be coming to Surrey, which makes no sense in the seafaring context of all this but be quiet about it anyway.
From the Noble and Most Ancient House of School-Exploring Non-Sea Captains,
Padfoot
SIRIUS
PS: I SAID IT WAS CUTE IN A FIRST YEAR WAY. There is a compliment in there if you look for it. And I'd better see you tomorrow or I'll send you something really nasty in the mail.
I am not, in fact, wearing a cloak and yet I am still upon the roof. Does this bother you? At least a little? I hope it does if only because you're so fun to bother - besides that it's really quite warm outside and there's no need for further insulation. As to why I am still on the roof, I apparently dozed off a while ago and in sleeping came precariously close to the roof's edge. I woke up and caught myself only to find a letter about to tip off my face. Bloody owls.
Am glad you are enjoying the chocolate, as visible by your words and persistent smudges. Have lots more of it if tempting is the way to get one of us visiting.
In regards to what you said (and I could hear your little, horrified "oh dear" voice as I read this bit) I've called her Red to her face many times, I'll have you know, and only once has she slapped me so I can't be so bad off. I think she doesn't hate me, but maybe doesn't like that James and I get on so well whether or not she's around. He doesn't need her to get on with things and though I understand entirely too well the need for snogging I think that's why she's upset. To which I say, bugger that. It isn't my fault that Prongs and I've been best mates since first year and if there's things she doesn't like about him (the Sirius Black things) then she needs to deal with that instead of taking it out on me. I'ven't done anything wrong at all. Even you said so! You said she's given you The Look just for associating with Prongs, Peter, and me - three suspects in the Case of the Wicked Nasty Glare. She's off with James right now so obviously it's not him who's guilty, and Peter... Peter is a harmless, silly little thing. That leaves only poor, put-upon Padfoot to deal with all this injustice being heaped upon his especially strong, broad shoulders and to rest upon his brilliantly handsome head.
Don't get me wrong - I'm happy for James to have found a bird like that who'll give him the time of day, and I've heard she's nice (though I cannot personally vouch for such things). The almost-marriage you pointed out is a bit alarming, but really, it's about time for James to move on from me. At last he has realized that our love can never be!!
Back to what I was saying about getting James in on this, I will announce my first decision as Captain of this exploratory mission: I declare that Prongs is coming with us whether Red LILY wants to pout about it or not. Don't know how he'll feel about that, but I think we'll just have to work on this when she's not about. I'm sure Peter's up for it whether we hear from him soon or not - he's so glad Prongs and I keep the Slytherins off him that he won't deny us much of anything we ask.
And I think it'll work - James seemed really excited about it all. Said it'd be great to help us totally blow out this final year if we had some clear way of getting around rather than just hoping we can find the passages we took before. Lots of things to take care of in our last year, you know? This will help loads if we can get it worked out, especially if we can get it worked out before April. Didn't have much time to talk with him besides that, but I'll bother him about it tomorrow.
I don't know whether to be hurt or thrilled beyond words that it appears you're only bringing me along to increase the risk factor. Until I figure that out, I'm just going to say bravo, Remus. It's taken you nearly seven years but you're finally getting there. And we do need a much less... well... you name than the Maiden Voyage. Sounds like one of those Muggle novels with the girls on the front in the tight dresses with the big... voyages. We need something really cracking, like the Raiders or the Ravagers or the Marauders. Something that sounds like it'd tackle you in a dark alley and steal your mum's picture from your wallet JUST BECAUSE IT CAN.
The captain now must venture below deck into the cabin, where he is less likely to fall off something - there he will recover from the difficult decisions of the night and try to sleep despite excitement that Moony might be coming to Surrey, which makes no sense in the seafaring context of all this but be quiet about it anyway.
From the Noble and Most Ancient House of School-Exploring Non-Sea Captains,
Padfoot
SIRIUS
PS: I SAID IT WAS CUTE IN A FIRST YEAR WAY. There is a compliment in there if you look for it. And I'd better see you tomorrow or I'll send you something really nasty in the mail.