I'm back! I'm sorry for taking so long, but uptades will have a bit more of space in between because my uni is back and I'm doing two interships alongside my driving lessons, so bear with me, will you? Thank you for being so understanding.

Family content in this chapter, and from both families to some extent.

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Luna's home clothes were not nearly as glamorous or as well put-together (to wizarding-standards) as the clothes that she would wear in school or when going outside to the public to see. Especially during the summer, with the heatwave of 76, Luna was left wearing shorts and short sleeves – and now that Remus knew of her scars, she felt relieved that she could wear tank-tops and sports bra while at home. Remus didn't seem to care too much about her clothes, for he, too, wore very little inside the house. Usually, he walked around inside the house shirtless and with Bermuda shorts, but as soon as he was forced to go outside would lead him to dress in trousers and thin long-sleeved shirts because of the scars.

The thing about summer was that it was hell in the small house in Bristol.

The house had thick walls, thick doors and thick windows, but no air conditioning. Most of the time, the windows were left open and the front door locked, but the backdoor open wide for some air to go into the house. When the sun was going down enough to put long shadows on the back of the house, Luna would walk out and stay there with the few clothes, taking the breeze, hoping that the neighbours weren't looking at that late afternoon.

It was around four-something in the afternoon that Remus was lying on the sofa, telly on and letting some soap-opera go on without much interest in anything other than the handsome man on the screen while Luna was upstairs on their bedroom, reading with half of her body out of the window, hoping the breeze would change directions enough to freshen her up. That was why, at first, neither heard the knocks on the door.

With a loud groan around the second round of knocks, Remus got up from the sofa and pushed himself to the door, putting on the shirt he had hung on the sofa's arm before opening the door.

"Yes, Mister Abaza –" he started to greet his neighbour but froze. "Oh... hello," he said.

Walburga Black and Regulus Black stood side by side at the front door.

Walburga Black wore, surprisingly, a long black skirt and a white blouse, but no beautiful wizarding robe. She looked like a religious and modest Muggle, with an amusing sense of style, but not a witch. She looked completely disgusted at the sight of the entrance of the common working-class neighbourhood and at the bike set on the corner of the wall (Remus' shoulder's height) that divided the front of the house with the other.

Regulus looked very similar to what he looked like in Christmas with jeans trousers and a short sleeved black shirt with thin white horizontal stripes, the only thing that made the outfit odd were the social shoes he had on. He forced a polite smile at the sight of Remus staring at him in surprise.

"Hello, we came to call on Miss Lupin," he said.

Remus stared at the odd people in front of him before looking around in the street, seeing it empty.

"My mum isn't home. It's just Luna and me," he answered.

"I'm here to chaperone, not to worry," Walburga said. "You must be Remus Lupin."

"I must be," Remus said, confused to the fact that she knew his name. "Did Luna mention me?"

Walburga looked him up and down, focusing in silence at his bare feet before looking back at his face, clear judgment being hidden behind a very thin veil.

"Not at all," she said.

Regulus sighed, as if the conversation was exactly what he had been dreading.

"May we call on Luna, or do you think it improper without your mother home?" Regulus asked. "We can come back another day."

"Regulus!" scolded Walburga.

"Miss Lupin," Regulus corrected in the same breath without a blink.

Remus opened the door further.

"Come on in," Remus said, suddenly remembering his manners.

Regulus walked in and politely looked down at his feet, looking to see if he was to take off his shoes as well after he saw a few of them on the side of the door.

"Don't worry about it," Remus said when he saw him looking. "You can keep them on if you want to, Mum just likes to take them off after work to relax, and I'm barefoot because I didn't put on shoes today yet."

"Not yet?" Walburga asked.

"I had no reason to," Remus answered, looking at her with some firmness.

The house was small, Walburga noticed as she looked around, but clean enough she supposed.

The mudroom was hardly a room, it was mostly a few square metres of tile flooring before a small step in wood and the rest of the house seemed to have the same wooden flooring. The sitting room was to the left of the door and it was well-lit with bay window at the side that was open, there were two sofas (one of three places and one of two) that did not match each other very well. On the right, there was a small door frame without an actual door that led to the kitchen, which was open to view through the frame and only surrounded by a counter of common stone. There was a small wooden table not too far away from the door in the space between the sitting room and the kitchen. On the back of the house there were French windows that were also open, showing the small space with grass and a single tree that was tall, but not very big. The shadow of the tree was just starting to take over the grass, fending off the sun.

Beside the sitting room, to the left of the table, there were stairs.

"Luna's upstairs in our bedroom," Remus explained when he noticed Walburga watching him moving towards the stairs. "I'll call for her."

Remus went up the stairs, but not quickly enough to not hear.

"They share the bedroom. That's inhumane," Walburga had said to Regulus.

"Mother, please," Regulus begged. "Be tolerant."

"I am tolerant, but I'd never allow a daughter of mine to share a bedroom with a man, even if it was her own brother," Walburga said.

Regulus sighed loudly.

Remus walked up, seeing the open bathroom door and seeing it empty, though the smell of toothpaste made him smirk.

"Oh, you saw them coming?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as he opened the bedroom door. He almost laughed at the sight of his sister staring at two shirts with wide eyes, toothbrush still inside her mouth. She had denim shorts and a training bra on, the scar blending in more naturally with her skin now that she looked so pale. "Regulus and his mum are here."

She mumbled around her toothbrush something that Remus didn't understand.

"What?" he asked.

She tried again.

"What?!"

"Oh, 'ocking 'ell, Remu'. Te – (and she choked around the toothbrush a bit here) – t'em I'm 'oming!" she said with more pauses, clearly annoyed already.

He smiled, trying not to laugh at the toothpaste dripping onto her chin.

"You're so disgusting," he laughed.

"'ock o''!" she said.

He turned around and walked right back down the stairs, seeing Regulus and Walburga still standing at the very place they had been left.

"Oh, please, sit down," he said, pointing at the sofas.

Regulus exchanged a pleading look with his mother before nodding and thanking Remus under his breath, walking to the sofa and sitting on it. His mother sat beside him, becoming smaller and stiffer.

After a moment of awkward silence, Remus cleaned his sweaty palms on his clothes, swallowing saliva and hoping Luna would come down soon.

"So... How did you know where we live?" Remus asked.

"Luna told me in a letter," Regulus answered so fast that he almost went over Remus' last word -- Walburga knocked his ribs with her elbows. "Miss Lupin, I mean. Forgive me."

Remus' lips twitched at the scene of Regulus Black, ever so feared and respected in school, being scolded by his mother without a single word because he called his girlfriend by her first name.

"Really, ain't no trouble to call her 'Luna'. Nain told you that already," Remus reminded him, stealing a glance to Walburga. "Nobody here would mind. It feels better to hear her first name, this way it doesn't feel like a business exchange."

Walburga seemed to be wishing to say something about Remus' reminder, but she knew she had no place of speaking when she was in a house that did not belong to her and she had no power over anyone but her own son inside the house, but aware that his behaviour needed to fold and bend to the acceptance of the owner of the house.

Fortunately, a loud noise distracted Regulus, who looked up in worry.

"Luna probably fell," Remus said, dismissing Walburga's surprise look. "Or dropped something. But I didn't hear glass, so nothing broke."

At that moment, footsteps made Regulus look behind him, seeing Luna walking down the stairs with a huge smile on her face, but he was surprised at her clothes.

She had a tank-top on, but she had put a short-sleeved shirt over it and had buttoned the top buttons, covering her scars and cleavage, but there was no hiding her legs in her shorts. They weren't as short as many of the other girls around her age in the muggle world, but it was short enough to make Walburga raise her eyebrows and glance at Remus, but when she saw no reaction in his face she accepted that it was common clothing.

"Hi!" Regulus said, getting up from the sofa.

She looked up the stairs before looking back at him and putting a small smile.

"I... dropped a vase, but I held it before it shattered," she said, quite proud. "You took me by surprise when I saw you coming down the street by the window."

"You saw us? I thought I'd be making you a surprise," he said.

"I was reading by the window," she said. She looked behind Regulus, seeing Walburga. "Hello, Lady Black. How do you do?"

"Miss Lupin," she greeted coldly.

Luna smiled regardless of her tone.

"How is Mrs Black?" she asked.

That caused Walburga to be on her attention, turning to Luna completely and raising her eyebrows in surprise and some annoyance.

"She is well, thank you very much," she answered.

Regulus looked between the two women, unsure of what to do or say, completely confused by the conversation, which was deeper than it looked like and certainly had a lot more context than what he could know.

He offered his hand to Luna. She smiled at him and took it.

Remus looked back at the telly.

"Fawlty Towers is on," Remus announced the room. "It's nice enough."

Luna's attention was grabbed and she walked to stand behind Remus, Regulus followed since they were holding hands and he didn't want to let go. Walburga made a grimace at the sight of them holding hands so calmly.

"It's proper good," Luna corrected Remus.

He looked her up and down before glancing at Walburga and Regulus on his working-class sitting room, then looked back at Luna again.

"You would. Humour for posh people, and you seem to be getting on quite well with the lot of them," Remus joked.

Luna gave him a weak slap in the back of his head, ignoring how Walburga seemed to react to the small act of well-humoured violence.

"I'm certain Lady Black will enjoy it, then," Luna said. "If you say it's such posh banter."

Walburga looked suspiciously between the siblings before looking at the television in barely hidden interest and judgment as the very snobby and posh man appeared on the screen, he wasn't minted or anything, just mentally snobbish. He was a very bad hotel-manager, but the program was fun enough, something like a comedy show in the theatre, but cut in a few parts and faster, which – and she wouldn't admit this out loud – made it funnier.

She didn't mind too much when Regulus and Luna sat on the bay window seat, talking in a low voice, holding hands, which rested on Regulus' clothed legs, but she did mind when they got up while the sun went down.

"Where are you two going?" Walburga asked when they started moving away from the seat.

"Outside," Regulus answered.

"The back of the house, in the grass," Luna added.

Walburga got up, ready to move along with them.

"It's an open space and we can see them through the glass panel of the doors," Remus said, looking away from the television. He leaned back on the sofa he was in, looking through the doors. "Besides Mr Popov and his wife are big gossips, they'll certainly start talking to them in the moment they are outside for more than a few minutes."

Walburga watched Remus for a second before sitting back down on her own sofa, looking between the glass panels from the door and the television, finally finishing its episode of the series. Another program was about to start, and she was interested about what it was – she had to admit that Muggles knew how to be entertaining when they tried hard enough, so she wanted to watch more of it to find something wrong with it.

"Fine. Run along now, children," she dismissed.

Luna exchanged a look with Remus. Walburga had sounded a lot like Hope when her series started when they were small enough to play outside until nightfall.

Without a second thought, as if she feared Walburga would change her mind, Luna dragged Regulus out of the house through the backdoor and they sat happily outside just in line of sight of the two people.

"You grew up here?" Walburga asked suddenly.

Remus looked away from his sister and her boyfriend to see Walburga's gaze looking uninterested – she was quite the good actress, but he had seen how she had looked around with and taking in every detail of the house before getting distracted by the television.

"Some of the time," he admitted. "We moved a lot when I was younger. Some time in Cardiff when I was a babe, London after a while, then Manchester and Liverpool for a while, but then we came back down to Bristol. We've been here since we started Hogwarts or so."

Walburga nodded before looking around again.

"Your father and mother must make enough money to get a better house than this," she added.

Remus frowned.

"We don't need a better house," he said. "We're happy here."

"How unambitious," Walburga mused.

"I don't need ambition to like where I am. I love my mother, and this is what she can afford, and I'm grateful for that," he answered, glaring at her, but she didn't move and didn't even look at him. "My mum is a nurse, she works horrible hours. It's a small house, but it keeps us warm and it her work keeps us fed. I don't need anything else."

"It's a very naïve idea of the world, Mister Lupin."

"Naïve? Ma'am, I'm happy. I'll work when I'm done with school and make sure my mum is well taken care of," he said.

Walburga glanced at the doors.

"I wonder if that's your sister's mind as well, she seems interested in working," she said, voice airy as if she didn't care about what she was saying. "And a nurse... yes, yes. Your mother mentioned when we first met. A demanding job, I've been told."

"It is."

"You spend a lot of time home alone? Who took care of you when she worked?" he asked.

"Neighbours come check up on us every now and then when she gets night shifts, babysitters when we were small enough," he said. "We take care of each other."

"You're children."

"We're old enough," he dismissed right away.

She looked at him with some interest now, eyes glistening.

"Your father agrees?" Walburga asked.

"My father has no right to have any opinion on our life when we're not at his house, that's what divorce is about," he said bitterly.

"So he isn't your father once they got divorced?" she asked, looking far too confused for it to be real.

He looked at her for a long time before looking back at the television.

"In theory, he can have opinions, he just doesn't because he understands that my mum is a far better parent," he said.

"She is a mother," she answered.

"Not all mothers are good parents," Remus said, bitterly.

Walburga locked her jaw, silently watching him as if seeing inside his mind, but Remus refused to look into her eyes, far too aware of Sirius' complaints that she always knew everything that he thought just with one look.

"But my mother is," Remus added. "She faced... a lot, but she never gave up on us or punished us for natural things. She always made sure we had what we needed – and I'm not talking about food and clothes, the bare minimum; I mean care and love. Mum loves us and she shows it the best she can."

"All mothers love their children, no matter what they think about it, Mister Lupin," Walburga said, voice cold.

"You're wrong, and that's all I'll say about it," Remus said, turning to look at her with all bravery he could get. "My life is good, my mum loves me."

Walburga watched him again, those deep eyes sinking into his at his mistake.

"Your mother does love you. Does she love your sister?" she asked, a surprisingly victorious tone.

Remus raised his eyebrows before narrowing his eyes.

"Whatever do you mean by that?" he hissed at her.

Walburga's cruel smile made his heart double its speed. Out of fear? Out of anger?

"Your 'mum' – and that's such a childish word – does love you, your sister doesn't think she loves her, and there was a time where you agreed with it," Walburga said.

"Luna was a difficult child, blamed mum for things that were not her fault. It was expected that mum would react, but she does love her," Remus insisted.

"And how can you imply that I don't love my children?" Walburga asked. "Take care of your own family before trying to take over mine, child. You're the man in the family now and you're a disappointment with the stead that you're taking in the name of your family, allowing your mother to do everything she does. That's the bad part of raising children on your own; you become loved and feared like a role model should be, but too much independence in a curse as much as it is a blessing."

Remus didn't like riddles and clues hidden in sentences like so many Slytherins (and Dumbledore) like to speak. He liked straightforward things; he was raised in an overly straightforward family after all, and that was just not working at all.

"What do you mean?"

"It's hard to raise children with a partner, it's not surprising that your mother made a mistake on her own on ensuring her children know their responsibilities inside the House and their place in the world, otherwise Luna wouldn't be where she is right now, but perhaps her ignorance might be a blessing. My husband and I can teach her the way of the world without having to drag out horrible vices," she explained. "A blank slate. One that I can put on the highest shelf of Alchemy once that silly relationship ends – and then she will buy a decent enough house for your mother, this way you don't have to worry about it and you can work in whatever it is that you want... what you love, as many Gryffindors say they do while us, Slytherins, work in what is needed."

"You don't work, ma'am," he reminded her.

She smirked.

"The fact that you think so shows how much respect for your mother you lack, child," she said. "Your mother has two jobs – a nurse, and taking care of you."

Remus froze, feeling his stomach drop.

While Walburga hadn't made any attempt of implying his condition in the conversation, his own mind did its work for him. If it raisin Sirius and Regulus was difficult enough with Orion by Walburga's side (and a servant, a elf named Kreacher, according to Sirius, which had been a wedding gift for Walburga), then it must have been horrible for Hope to do so much on her own with Remus' and Luna's illnesses haunting them everywhere they went – the reason they had to move so much once the scars became the talk of the town and his missing schools became a cause of concern for the authorities. Moving and moving, and leaving job and house behind. Remus had been a problem from the moment he had been bitten, and many times he wished he didn't survive.

"Your mother didn't give up on you, even with two jobs and two children. She does love you," Walburga said. "Motherhood is sacrifice, no matter what others say. We sacrifice our bodies, our nutrients, our independence and our sanity for our children, and if needed we would forfeit our whole lives as well; let out death be yours as well, the greatest honour a woman can have."

"Dying?" Remus asked, scared.

"Giving something to the world to live on," she corrected. "My mother did it for me and I was ready to do so for my child, all of them. I'm sure your mother was ready to do so for you as well – so don't judge me for my choices when they were not aimed at you. What I did, and what you accuse me of doing in your mind, I did because I had to."

"That's a weak excuse."

"My son is in danger every day of his life from now on because he didn't listen to me, both in my world and in your mother's. One odd look, one wrong person noticing and understanding his... inclinations, that means death in the most painful of ways," Walburga said. "His hiding would save his life."

"And destroy his sanity!" he exclaimed, getting up from the sofa.

"Would it matter if he was alive?" Walburga asked, not moving, eyes just raising along with him.

"It would. Sometimes being alive is not good enough," Remus said, shaking his head in disgust at her opinion, lip curling and baring his teeth.

"I know," she said, voice so meaningful that he froze. She knew. She agreed. Walburga, once upon a time, too had wished to be dead like Remus did and like Sirius often did as well. "But there are roles to follow, rules to uphold and Sirius' failings at that were impossible to overlook. His running away –"

"You kicked him out," Remus corrected.

Walburga frowned, slowly raising from the sofa.

"Is that what he told you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as if everything he said was ridiculous.

"Is it wrong?"

"I would never allow my child to leave home like that," she said. "His decision was his alone. I would never agree to not let my child come back."

"But he never did."

"That is his choice," she said, voice slightly less firm than the rest of the conversation.

She thought of Sirius' bedroom, untouched. She thought of how Kreacher still bought his snacks when he shopped for the house even though nobody dare to eat peanut butter – far too sweet – or bread-pudding. She thought of how his clothes were washed and pressed every now and then to keep them in good condition.

She spoke nothing of it.

"Sirius Orion's decisions are his own. He does not see me as his mother and, therefore my word holds no weight to his life. My silence does not mean anger, it does not mean acceptance, it simply means compliance," she answered. "I'm a mother, and I will always be a mother, even without a child – I survived losing one before."

She turned around and did not say goodbye to Remus when she went to the doors and called for Regulus name in a sharp tone, one that Regulus didn't dare refuse and followed to stand from the grass, moving to her side like an obedient dog, ears low and eyes attentive, almost scared of her emotions.

Remus was just surprised that she had emotions at all.

They left with only Regulus being a polite guest and thanking their time and hospitality like the gentleman he was raised to be.

When Luna came back inside, she raised her eyebrows at him in confusion and curiosity.

"What the fuck was that?" she asked.

"Like hell I'd know," he answered.

"Did you say something?" she asked.

"I don't know. I bloody well think I did, I'm not sure which one of them made her react," he admitted.

Luna sighed, going to the window and kneeling on the seat, but the mother and son had already disappeared.

"Bloody hell, Remus, don't fuck this up for me," she complained.

"Yeah, yeah," he dismissed, glaring at the telly. "But you know, Sirius was right. She's mad, completely mad. And really fucking manipulative and weird."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she made me believe, for a single second, that she does love Sirius, even after all the shite she put him through, like it was somehow for his own good," Remus said to her, frowning and looking at her, away from the television.

"Maybe she believes so," she said, shrugging.

"She's wrong."

"Feelings are different from facts. Some people, the really emotional ones, cannot usually tell the difference," Luna said.

"The Blacks are not emotional, Luna," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "Sirius is an exception to the rule."

Luna scoffed.

"Contrary to what you think, Sirius is a Black through and through. The fact that he doesn't hide who he is became the biggest difference between him and his family – they are emotional, very emotional and it often blinds them before they can get their bearings again and fix their problem. Regulus overworks, his mother screams and shouts, his father drinks himself half to death," Luna shrugged. "Sirius is... always emotional. He doesn't have a moment that he slow down and fixes things, that's why he's the way he is: inconsequential and reckless. Contrary to the rest of his family, he doesn't put it all out or bottle it in to feel it later, he just feels it at real time and acts right away. That's where most of his mistakes come from."

"A psychological evaluation? Nice," scoffed Remus.

"Do you know why I know that?" Luna asked.

Remus smirked.

"Because you were his lover?"

"Because that's how his mother was acting the day he ran away, according to him. In the moment he saw himself in her, he ran away," Luna said. "He hates himself so much that he tries to find reasons for it – seeing parts of his mother in him, messing up something that he thought it was going to work, getting into fights just so he can get punched one time or two."

"And why do you know all that?"

"Because if I was in his place, I do think I'd do the same," Luna said.

"You'd hate yourself if you were Sirius Black?" he asked.

"Why not? I often hate myself being Luna Lupin," she answered with a shrug, getting away from the window. "I'm going up to read again."

Waiting on the train station was not as bad as Remus made it seem by scowling and huffing in annoyance ever few minutes, Luna rather liked watching people pass by – all too in a hurry to care about the fact that there were two teenagers sitting at the stairs of the train station without a responsible adult.

"He's late," Remus announced.

"You speak as if I'm not sitting with you for the past fifteen minutes. I know Daddy's late, Remus," Luna grumbled.

"He said he would pick us up!" Remus said.

"And he will. He's just late," Luna said. "Maybe there's traffic."

Remus looked at her with a deadpan expression, quite clearly disagreeing with her possibility and dismissing her idea. And within reason, it was 1976 in Cardiff in the early morning during the school holidays – there's no traffic. Most people were home still, asleep, or were out of Cardiff to visit family and, most likely, also asleep there.

Thankfully, it didn't take much longer for Lyall Lupin to appear, keys in his hand and wide eyes searching for his children. He only relaxed when Remus stood up, already towering over many men and women in the station while still as a lanky teenager, and beside him Luna stood up trying to look over people's heads.

"He's here," Remus said to her.

Luna breathed out a relieved sigh.

"Oh, thank goodness. I'm so tired," she said. "Daddy! Daddy!" she called out, trying to find him.

Lyall walked to them quickly, swiftly getting out of the way of the people rushing in and out of the main station.

"Lady!" he celebrated when she ran towards him.

With easiness, he lifted her off the ground, spinning her around once before putting her back on the ground and turning to his older son.

"Hi, Remus," he greeted.

"Hey," was all the boy said.

"Why did you take so long? You're very late," Luna asked.

"I ended up oversleeping. Nain woke me up by screaming at me, so don't worry, I already got scolded," Lyall explained.

Remus rolled his eyes, taking his and Luna's bag from the ground, ready to leave that place as soon as possible so he would be able to hide his anger in the backseat while Luna went on and on about something silly alongside the car's radio.

"Luna, how is Regulus? I saw his father a few weeks ago in the Ministry when I went over to talk to some old friends of mine, and he looked exhausted," Lyall asked.

"He's well. His father has been working with blocking a new law, but we didn't talk about what the law was, so I don't know; and he also stopped drinking so he could pay more attention, so he's been drying up real bad. Regulus has been complaining that he's in a bad mood for days now," Luna said.

"With a wife like that, I'd be in a bad mood as well," Remus added.

Luna looked over her shoulder.

"Lady Black can be quite the... character," Luna half-heartedly agreed.

"Character? Villain you mean," Remus said.

"We're not getting into this conversation again, please," Luna dismissed. She turned to her father again. "How Nain?"

"She's well. All treatment stopped, they haven't found any new tumours, so she's living life normally," Lyall said. "I've been working on my shop alongside the Potter's legal matters. I worked on Mister Carlos' car a few days ago, but I do like to work on motorcycles a lot more."

"Working too hard?" Luna asked.

And there was a reason for that question. Lyall seemed to not have slept very well in a long time, there were deep and dark bags under his eyes, and he had lost at least a whole stone, much to Luna's concerns and Remus' bitterness.

"Going through the night sometimes when I get too focused," Lyall dismissed. "You're a Ravenclaw, you know how it is."

"I do sleep, Daddy, even if I'm a Ravenclaw. I can't learn if my brain isn't working fully," Luna said, raising her eyebrow. "And you're not a Ravenclaw. You're a Gryffindor, and you have always been a Gryffindor."

Lyall grimaced, but nodded.

"Yes, yes. I suppose you're right," he forced a smile. "I'll work a bit less during the night, see if I can sleep through it."

Remus narrowed his eyes at his father.

"Why wouldn't you be able to sleep?" Remus asked.

"I just have too much to do, but too little time and too little energy. I'm getting older, Remus, and there's nothing anyone can do about that besides electroshocking me into getting energy again," he tried to joke.

Lyall didn't answer anything else.

The radio played the whole way to the village and Luna spoke of Hope's trip to her sister's house in Spain for the next week (a rare occurance, because that meant Hope had asked for time off), trying to get both men to talk, but it seemed like a very long soliloquy most of the time.

I'm getting into a part of the story that made me realise how deeply I messed Luna and Remus up when I first started writing them. I love it and I hate it. I've been stuck with this chapter for a while now.

I hope you all liked it!