Hey, surprise. It's 3 AM in Brazil, so you know I'm sleep deprived, but I have the weekend before my next exam, so here's another chapter that I wrote half-asleep.

By the way, I'm realising that this story can be a lot darker than I expected when I started writing it, so just keep that in mind as you continue on (not this chapter though, just in general). I'm warning in advance.

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This is a HOUSE OF POTTER CHAPTER! Yes! Finally! So, please, ya'll - Indian readers, feel free to call me out if I mess something up. We learn a little of Euphemia in here, so keep an eye out for her.

Luna clutched her bag carefully in hard, shifting nervously to one foot to the other while Lady Euphemia Potter kept on talking about the room she would sleep in, which she had prepared it herself. The woman seemed euphoric that there would be another woman in the house, and she mentioned so three or four times as Luna was led to the bedroom across the hall from the Master Bedroom.

Remus was nowhere in sight to save her from her own nervousness, already too familiar with the house to wait for Lady Potter's tour.

"It used to be James' bedroom, but he wanted to be moved for a room further away once he was grown," she explained. "I couldn't deny him that; he's such a good boy, so calm when he's at home. Just ten and gaining confidence, wanting some independence. Regardless, this will be your bedroom – as your sponsor, you'll probably spend a lot of nights here, with me. One cannot imagine of taking you to Bristol or – Merlin forbids – Wales every time you go to visit your partner."

"Thank you so much, Lady Potter," she said.

"Oh, Gudiya, don't worry about it, I'm more than happy to have you here," she answered, reaching forward to pet the top of Luna's head gently. "Decorating the room again was a lot of fun, and my husband was happy to have a distraction while James was away, and Sirius was sulking. Even Sirius helped – putting the desk together without magic was the greatest punishment I could think of, he hates finding the tiny little pieces."

Luna bit the inside of her mouth. They weren't even together anymore, and her presence was still a punishment to him, even after everything that happened. He deserved that one. She was, suddenly, happy with the idea of spending a couple of days at the Potter Household.

Euphemia watched her for a moment. "Sirius won't be a problem, Gudiya," she said, hand on the doorhandle.

"I didn't imagine he would be."

"He would've been had James not promised to never talk to him if he didn't leave you and Remus alone," Euphemia told her. "He knows he made the worst mistake of his life and he's paying for it. Let him crawl a bit more before you listen to him, though; he needs the anguish to grow out of that victimhood he's stuck in."

Surprised with that, Luna ended up laughing, barking out a sound so angry that she had to put a hand over her mouth to stop it.

"I thought –" she started.

"I might be his Mum, but I'm quite aware of when my son is wrong, Luna," she said gently. "For what he did to Remus, and for what he... did to you."

"He did nothing to me," she quickly said, perhaps too quickly.

It was almost like she was screaming it was a lie, and yet she killed it once by gulping and blushing under Euphemia's staring.

"I might not know details, and I do not want to know details, but I know my son for the good and for the bad. He might be good in a lot of things, but he's no gentleman," Euphemia said. "I have my guesses."

"I was a silly girl that fancied him, no more and no less," she said. "That's the past. I have a much better option now."

"One that won't play with your feelings?"

"One that won't play with my feelings, and one that I care for," she said. "I care for Regulus, truly and honestly."

Euphemia nodded and opened the door.

"And that's why he sent you a dress," Euphemia said.

Luna looked inside the room.

The room was hanging with warmth, coziness and comfort. It was a small sanctuary away from the world. The walls were a creamy off-white and there were two windows in the room, one common enough near the small table already with parchment, quills and ink, and another one that was big enough to be door, and it led to a small balcony with white marble around it, protecting anyone at the balcony. The curtains were a rich, autumnal brown. There was a round rug on the floor with a small table on it as well, it was short, barely reaching her ankles – it took her a moment to realise that it was a rug that she could sit on, and the low table was for her to eat something while in her room.

And there was the bed.

It was a different bed. It was something new from what she was used to – none of the metal bedframe and squeaky bedsprings. The bed that the Potter Household had put together for her was beautiful and looked very, very comfortable into the archway that protected the structed of the bed.

The structure around the bed had curtains of the same brown of the curtains in the window, but those were embroidered with gilded floral patterns, pulled apart in two folds that gracefully touched the floors, creating a private cocoon. The bed in itself was an inviting tangle of cloths, textures and colours, with several pillows of white and red in several sizes with the smaller ones adorned with needlework in burnt orange, gold and brown. At the foot of the bed there was a folded quilt of deep burgundy, stitched by hand; it contrasted against the pale sheets underneath. The wall behind the bed was a honeyed yellowish, almost orange.

"Your brother said that you like orange," Euphemia said, noticing the small smile in Luna's face. "Mentioned your side of the bedroom had been painted orange as soon as you moved into the house."

Outside of the archway, there was a trunk of dark wood.

"The trunk was James'?" Luna asked.

"No, it was mine when I was young," she said. "It a young lady's, small trunk. It's not enough for me nowadays, I wear far too many clothes. I got too comfortable with the wealth my family has gathered."

"I can't blame you," Luna answered, looking not only around the room, but also out of the house, where the property extended. "It's nice wealth."

Euphemia smiled, amused.

"Your brother said the same thing the first time he came over," she said.

Luna smiled as well.

"It seems there is something that Remus and I end up agreeing about," she joked.

"Don't worry. My brothers and I didn't along all the time either, but I love them, regardless," Euphemia said, smiling a bit at her, but it was sadder light that touched her. "I wish I could talk to them more often than I do."

"You don't, ma'am?" she asked.

"No. We live far away from one another. I'm the only one that came to England, they are still in India," she explained. "We write whenever we can, well, I do at least. They write to me whenever they think I need to know something. When I left, it wasn't something we all agreed on."

"Why did you leave India?" she asked.

"Because I loved my husband and he loved me, and my family did not like him, so we ran away to get married and my father refused to acknowledge it and, therefore, I was no longer welcome into our home," she explained. "We came to his family's home, we lived here until his sister was married off and his parents died, then we took over and had our own family. My brothers only came to visit us when James was born, and they'll only come again during his graduation and – perhaps – his wedding."

Luna frowned.

Even with everything that had happened between her and Remus, she couldn't imagine just never talking to him unless she needed to. Sometimes, especially when they were home alone, fighting and arguing with one another was entertaining – she would walk into the room that he was in, do nothing but stare until he got annoyed before walking out and leaving the door open only to hear him raging at her from a distance.

She wondered if Remus would approve whatever she did, if he would be present at her wedding, at her child's birth, at her child's birthdays and graduation. She wondered if he would write just to make sure she was alright once they went their separate ways.

"Enough about me!" Euphemia said, smiling again, this time genuinely happy. "Yesterday, an owl came for you from your sweetheart. We had to bring the box back to its original size again, but it wasn't hard to know it's a dress." She pointed with her whole hand at the trunk. "We opened it to make sure and put it on the trunk; it has a spell to make it smell like roses, so we thought it would be better."

Slowly, Luna walked further into the room, not feeling like it belonged to her just yet. Still, Euphemia waited by the door, almost as if she was waiting for an invitation, leaning against the doorframe with a smile.

Luna opened the trunk and took the white silk from the top of it, putting on the corner. She smiled at the colour.

Regulus had sent her a red dress and there was a note lying on top of it.

She took the note.

'Orange wouldn't look good for a ball gown. Allow red to be a good enough second option.

- R.A.B.

PS: Take this as a Courtship Gift and remember our discussion about it.'

She smiled to herself. In their contract, it said that he would only send common Courtship Gifts and that she wouldn't be allowed to refuse them due to the social conduct. The dress and the flowers were good and common enough courtship gifts.

She took the dress out of the trunk, raising it and gasping.

The dress was a rich, deep burgundy of shimmering fabric very subtly in the dim light; the outer layer being the purest and smoothest silk, the dress only retaining its shape due to the petticoat and wiring in the bodice. It was opulence and elegance in physical form. The velvet neckline gracefully swept off the shoulders in delicate folds, hiding the start of the short sleeves adorned with small trims of white lace.

The bodice hugged the wearer's form due to the wiring, cinching at the waist connected to the voluminous number of petticoats under the pleated skirts. The outer layers of deep red, the underskirt in black and the several layers of petticoat.

"Your sweetheart is very attentive, also sending you... private wear," she said, nodding at the petticoats.

"These are considered underwear?" she asked, confused as the put the dress over the fixed bed, the petticoats slipped from it, falling to the ground – she took it and put it beside it on the bed.

"Indeed. Though the fact that you didn't know this makes him sending it along a lot less improper," she admitted. "He probably knew you wouldn't know the difference."

"It's beautiful!"

"And expensive," she added.

Luna looked down, suddenly uncomfortable. While she knew that (a silk dress? Of course it would be expensive), having someone say it out loud made her more nervous about how much Regulus could end spending on her with those gifts. She felt bad. She felt as if she was stealing from him, just like she felt when he wrote the clause about the gifts on the contract after she shifted, looking down and biting the inside of her cheek in fear of appearing to him a thief.

"I can tell you that in his family, giving expensive gifts is a wonderful way of demonstrating feelings," Euphemia added when she noticed Luna's energy dropping. "And it was a very thoughtful gift. He sent you the most comfortable one –"

"I can't wear it," she said.

Euphemia turned to her.

"Why?"

Luna touched her collarbone.

"I have... scars," she whispered.

The woman's shoulders tensed. "Scars like your brother's?"

Luna nodded.

Such beautiful dress, too fine and too beautiful for someone like her. She had to bite her bottom lip to avoid her eyes from watering.

"If I made your scars go away just for... some time, would you wear the dress?" Euphemia asked. "Or is there another problem with it, or the situation? It's temporary, but it can last the party."

Luna looked away from the dress.

"It's very posh, though," she said.

"It's a 'posh' party," Euphemia said, as if the word 'posh' wasn't something she was used to saying.

"I don't usually wear posh dresses or go to posh parties," she explained bitterly. She scoffed. "To be honest, I'm not even sure that I have shoes to go with it. My everyday shoes are too small for me, my good shoes hurt my toes and cut the back of my feet becauseee I never wear them."

"What size do you wear?" Euphemia asked.

"Size 6, I think. My size 5.5 is small," she answered.

"UK?"

"Yes."

"We wear the same size. You can get anything from my closet," she said, kindly. She frowned a bit. "No matter how posh the dress is and how the people are, you were invited, Luna. You deserve to be there just as much as everybody else, if not more. I'm sorry if the... number-talk made you uncomfortable, Gudiya. I shouldn't have talked of money."

"You were right –"

"I was out of line, and I'm sorry. Money isn't a laughing matter or a punchline for a joke, and I know. I was irresponsible to –"

"It's fine, really. It's not like you're mocking me or anything," she said, insisting on refusing the woman's apology. She smiled, swallowing down the mortification tears that threatened to come. "I'm just being dramatic, really. Nothing's wrong."

Euphemia didn't seem to believe her quick dismissal over her emotions and insecurities because she just watched her for a moment as she looked at the dress with some suspicion.

"Do you think it'll fit me?" she asked.

"It's self-adjusting. It'll fit you, me or anyone that wears it," she answered the girl, walking into the room. "Do you want to try it on?"

"I don't want to ruin it," she admitted.

"You won't."

Euphemia closed the door.

Luna was wearing an old rock shirt (she was Remus', but he had given it to her when it became too small for him) and jeans. She had taken her shoes off by the front door when she walked into the house, walking around in socks just like her brother, unsure if she was allowed to bring her shoes to her bedroom with her.

Not asking her to undress, Euphemia walked closer to her and motioned her to turn around. Giving the woman her back, Luna stood quietly and stepped into the several petticoats tied together before raising her arms so Euphemia could raise it to her hips.

"Usually, you would only have your underwear on to tie it, so it can be tight around the hips and doesn't slip, it needs to be tied around the skin," Euphemia explained as she tied it lightly. "Some girls put on leggings under it all, though," she added in a conspiratory tone.

"How muggle of them," Luna said, playful.

"At least their thighs don't rub together," Euphemia said.

Luna smiled a bit, still shy, but allowing herself to open up just a bit.

Euphemia took her underskirt and hummed in delight.

"Oh, this is good silk!" she announced.

Luna reached, touching it again and smiling to herself. She liked to feeling of it under her fingertips.

"You know a lot about clothes?" Luna asked.

"My father was merchant," she explained to the girls. "Fabrics, mainly, most of them silk, it was the most popular cloth he sold when I was still there. Dupattas, sarees, cloths so Westerns could buy to make their own clothes if they wished; anything you could imagine, we had it. And he was good at selling it too!" she said, when Luna looked over her shoulder at her as she tied the underskirt over the petticoats. "A silver-tongued man such as him was surely concerning to the other merchants. He was good at his job and often helped the other merchants at theirs; he would send clients over the stores that the owners were friendly."

"He's right on that account. I'd help my friends sell their merchandise as well," Luna laughed.

"Had he gone to Hogwarts, he would've been a Slytherin, no doubts," she said.

The woman reached for the dress and raised it, hesitating.

"What is it?" Luna asked, confused.

"Do you happen to own a corset?" Euphemia asked.

"No," Luna looked at her over her shoulder again. "Is that something I should own?"

Euphemia raised her eyebrows. "Well, if you're courting Regulus Black, probably. This dress needs a corset, dearest. The wiring in the bust is not very strong – it can't be with such fabric."

"Where do I find a corset?" Luna asked.

"I'll order you one."

"Are they expensive?" Luna asked.

Euphemia smiled.

"I'm your sponsor, Luna. You don't have to care if they are expensive if I'm offering to get you one, but the answer is: no, they are not," she answered. "It'll help with supporting your bust and enhancing your curves."

Luna's lips tried to curl, but she stopped them. She didn't have curves! Euphemia was probably being kind. She had some fat in her hips, belly and thighs, but she didn't have much of a bust to show off and compensate the rest of her body.

"A corset sounds good," Luna lied.

The woman smiled to herself.

"It's not as uncomfortable as the books say, I assure you, Gudiya," Euphemia said, lowering the dress for her to step into. Luna did. "Depending on the dress I wear, I put one as well. Sarees don't request it, of course, nor do lehengas."

"I like your clothes," Luna said.

"I can get you a saree, if you want to."

"I'd have no occasion on wearing it," Luna said, shaking her head.

Euphemia started buttoning up the dress behind her back, tying the top of it and hiding the buttons carefully.

"I'm sure I'd find you an occasion," Euphemia requested. "As a Ravenclaw, you must know you'll look amazing in blue."

"I'm rather tired of blue."

"I can always find a green one," Euphemia answered, smirking. "Now, there. You're ready. It'll look better without anything underneath and with a corset. I find you a chemise as well so the corset doesn't hurt your skin."

"I have to wear something under the corset?"

"Of course, otherwise your skin would be all market and hurt. If you wear for a long time without anything underneath, you might get a cut or two."

Luna's eyes widened as she closed closer to the big window, where the full-length mirror rested against the wall. She hesitated to look at the reflection, but took a deep breath before looking at herself.

She looked nicer than she imagined.

While her lips were pressed together and her face was slightly turned to the side, making her look at herself through the corner of her eyes, she did look nice. Her shirt was rumpled and squeezed under the dress, but if she ignored it, she might look pretty once she was well put together.

Euphemia behind her in the mirror had a genuine smile.

"You look great. With your hairstyle with some of it down –"

"Regulus likes me with my hair down," slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She blushed as Euphemia's smile growing. "I usually wear braids, I like braids. He finds it nice, I think. He blushes."

"I'm sure he does," Euphemia said, holding back a chuckle. Luna blushed brighter. "Did you ever wear make up in front of him?"

"I might have, I'm not sure."

"That will make him blush," Euphemia said. "Trust me when I say, we'll make him bright pink at New Year's."

She fixed her pastel pink saree around her shoulders and smiled, winking at Luna before stepping back, admiring her work even though she had barely started.

Fleatmont stared at his sons and his friends.

"I don't want any one of you saying anything to the poor girl when she comes back from Diagon Alley," he warned, staring specifically at Remus. "Euphemia already said that she's insecure about going shopping."

"Luna has clothes, I don't understand why she needs to buy more," Remus said, rolling his eyes.

"Because your sister doesn't have the necessary clothes for the event," Fleatmont explained lightly.

"Regulus sent her the dress," James said, confused.

Sirius rolled his eyes.

"He's trying to be discreet, but Dad's talking about undergarments," Sirius said. "He's talking about corsets, chemises, petticoats, drawers."

Remus scoffed.

"You'd know about her underwear," he said bitterly.

Peter cringed, James winces. Fleatmont stared and locked his jaw.

"Remus, please, be careful when you say something like that, especially when people can hear. You could destroy your sister's reputation and her courtship," Fleatmont said. "And Sirius, why would you say it? If you knew I was being discreet, then why did you have to say it out loud? It's none of your business."

James ignored both Sirius' unnecessary comments, Remus' snappy response and his own father's scolding by clearing his throat and getting the attention back to himself.

"Corset? Nobody wears corsets anymore," he said.

"They do in that part of pureblood society," Sirius said.

"I never noticed it, either" Peter said, nodding at James, also not answering Sirius.

"Well, James' fanciest clothes is a kurta that he wore to his cousin's wedding last year, Remus' is his good jeans and boots, yours is your father's old suit, Wormy," Sirius said. "I only know about it all because I had female cousins that lived with us for a year."

"And your mother," James added, finally paying attention to Sirius.

Sirius' shoulders rolled back, accepting the attention that he received completely and eagerly.

"If my mother ever said the word 'drawers', I think my brother would faint," Sirius admitted. "I mean, corsets and chemises are normal enough – I've seen my cousins in their corsets more often than I wanted when they were preparing for parties, running around when my father wasn't home; I even had to help Andromeda tie her petticoats before. I was too young for them to care about my presence. Their underwear covers more than most muggle dresses."

Remus got up and calmly walked to the counter between the sitting room they were in and kitchen, serving himself a cup of water without asking.

Sirius looked down, knowing that Remus wasn't thirsty, just had walked away when he had started talking because he was annoyed by his voice alone.

"Regardless of the undergarments women wear in different parts of the world, my warning is that nobody is to comment on the bags, nor on anything else that might happen tonight and tomorrow, alright?" Fleatmont said, noticing Sirius melting against the chair, suddenly sad again. He pitied the boy in silence. "Luna's under a lot of pressure right now and she needs support."

"It's just a party," Peter said, confused.

James made a grimace.

"Apparently, it's not. That's the Black's way of presenting her to society. Luna didn't debut before; technically, this is her debut," James explained. "If she had debuted officially, Maa would go with her as a hired chaperone and that was it, but the House of Potter is sponsoring her. Technically speaking, she's the closest thing to adopted by us as she can be without paperwork or marriage."

"So you're a step away from marrying my sister?" Remus asked, disgusted by the idea.

James blushed deeply, shaking his head.

"No!" he exclaimed.

Sirius frowned in silence.

Fleatmont laughed at his son's reaction and at Remus' eyes staring at James with suspicion.

"In general, you must be more worried about us taking Luna away from your family by adoption than by marriage, Remus. By what I know, my son already has his eyes on someone," Fleatmont teased.

"Oh, yes, Lily!" Peter said excitedly, smirking to himself.

"Stop it, Wormy!" James said, blushing even more, shaking his head again.

"Oh, yes, Lily!" Fleatmont repeated, delighted by his son's reaction at the name alone. He wondered how he was when he was face to face with the girl.

"Papa!" James said, hiding his face with his hands.

Remus smiled at that.

"She's nice, Prongs. I talk to her a lot during our rounds in Prefect duty, and she's kind as well. I don't see what you're embarrassed. You've been fancying her for almost a year now," Remus said.

"She let me sit with her in the train ride back home," Sirius announced.

Slowly, the playful atmosphere weighted once more. It was a remainder that Sirius didn't ride with them on their way back, he hadn't even tried to get into the compartment – he had peeked into the window of the door, saw Remus crying, James was pale and sickly, Peter nervously shifting as if he was unsure of what to do and walked away, knowing that none of them wanted him there. He had gone to Luna, who had also kicked him out in a reminder that he had destroyed and burned that bridge as well. Lily and Marlene had saw his reaction and state and sat with him, neither asking what had happened, but accepting he needed company regardless.

"She can be nicer than people deserve," Remus said.

Fleatmont looked down, ashamed of not knowing how to defend Sirius. Silence was the best –

"I already said I was sorry," Sirius said, voice wavering.

Fleatmont cursed mentally, knowing that it would happen sooner or later, but he hadn't expected it to happen in their first day there.

"Pads –" James started.

"No! I said I was sorry!" Sirius said, frowning and getting up from his chair. "I'm sorry for fucking everything up. I'm sorry for the prank, I'm sorry for... fooling your sister and for messing up whatever it was that we could have had, Remus. Please."

"You kissed me!" Remus said. "You kissed me and in the next day I find you that you had broken things off with my sister."

"It had already happened. I broke things off with her because of you!"

"So, had it not been by me giving signals that I fancied you, you would've kept on sleeping with Luna?!" Remus said, taken aback by how angry he was.

Fleatmont got up from his chair, signalling for James and Peter to get out of the room. James hesitated, but Peter pulled him along. They all knew that the discussion happening deserved to be private.

"What?! No! That's not what I said!" Sirius said. "I broke things off before you admitted fancying me. Remus, when I realised that she truly liked me, I broke things off with her. Our... arrangement wasn't like that –"

"Not you."

"Not to me, at least," Sirius admitted. "I suppose I knew deep down that she liked me, but once I realised how serious it was for her, I couldn't bear it. It took me so long for gathering the courage to break things off, I was so scared of hurting her. And when I got around to doing it, I realised that she wouldn't give up at all, she had those hopeful eyes and I just needed to make sure she would hate me. Because if things worked out and you lov – liked me the way that I liked you, she would get angry. I'd much rather get her angry at me, than at you." He swallowed, trying to push back the tears. "Damn it, Remus, you love your sister so much that I couldn't imagine your reaction to her actually hating you when you already got so lost when she was angry."

Fleatmont moved to the door, opening it and slipping out once he realised there wouldn't be a physical fight, but he stood nearby, hoping to hear something before the few punches came in case things got out of control.

"My sister already hates me. Just because she isn't angry at me, it doesn't mean –"

"Your sister loves you so much more than you imagine," Sirius said, cutting him off. "We talked, you know? We didn't just... --" Sirius stopped himself. "We talked. And, at first, she would talk about you sometimes; childhood stories, small tales of your everyday life when you were away from us, and you sounded so different. I got upset when I didn't recognise you in her stories. We decided not to talk about you anymore – we had different versions of you in your minds and it wasn't fair to compare. No matter what happened, scars and illness, Luna loves you more than she might love herself."

Sirius looked down. He would be worried about it had it been anyone else that she loved, loving someone else more than oneself was dangerous and unhealthy, but who was he to say something when he did the exact same thing for the exact same person?

"My mistake was thinking that I could hide what I felt for you by finding comfort in someone that loved you as much as I did," Sirius admitted. "She hates me now, which I know I deserve. I made a mistake, but I... I hope that you can forgive me someday if not today, even if you never talk to me again."

Remus stared at Sirius.

"Did you ever love her?" Remus asked so low that Sirius barely heard him.

"There were times I wish I did," Sirius admitted. "But I never did."

"Did you treat her well?"

Sirius frowned, grimacing.

"What do you really want to know?" he asked, confused by the meaning of his question.

"She mentioned an inn," Remus said, hesitating. "And she mentioned other girls."

"It's a cheap, discreet inn that I went a lot when I wanted to stay away from my family. It wasn't a rendezvous place. It's a respectable enough inn, too, one that people wouldn't ask questions if you went to," Sirius explained. "Meera – that's the owner – became a dear friend to Luna, I saw them taking tea together once. I took another girl there a couple of times, but Meera glared something fierce, so I never did it again."

Remus stared.

"Anything else that you want to know?" Sirius asked.

"Were you... kind?" Remus asked, looking away.

Sirius narrowed his eyes.

"I did not hurt your sister, if that's your question," Sirius answered. He hesitated. "Not physically, at least. And never on purpose before I broke things off with her." He took a deep breath. "I took care of her. I stayed afterwards, I lingered and I talked. That's not something I usually do, as you probably know."

"I don't want to know about that," Remus said sharply.

Sirius looked down, nodding to himself before crossing his arms in front of his body. He felt small, he felt exposed.

The long moment of silence lingered uncomfortably, clinging to them like wet clothes.

"When you kissed me, you had already broken off with her," Remus said. Sirius nodded even though it wasn't a question. "And you were cruel on purpose." Again, Sirius nodded. "You were the one that left her in that horrid state, and you knew it and you didn't tell me."

"How could I? You were the only person that I didn't want to find out."

"Why?"

"Because Luna fancied me, so you wouldn't dare even look at me like you're looking at me right now," Sirius explained.

"With disgust?" Remus asked with an annoyed scoff and a bitter grin.

"With disappointment. You wouldn't be disappointed if you didn't expect better of me," he answered. "I don't think anybody that didn't care for me was ever disappointed in me."

Sirius remembered his mother disappointed face quite well.

THE START OF WOLFSTAR! Oh, how proud of I am of this chapter. It's not closure, but it's the start of it certainly, an opening of a conversation that they need to have at some point. 

Regardless, I hope you liked it!