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Remus looked up from his cereal to see Sirius fling a letter he had just received down in front of him. “Everything all right?” he asked.
“Fine, everything’s just sodding perfect,” said Sirius, glaring at the letter.
Before anyone could blink, he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, Remus’s worried eyes following him.
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“Leave me alone,” said Sirius, wrenching his arm away from Remus who had tried to pull him aside after their last class of the day.
All day long, Sirius had been distracted and Remus was sick with worry. This was not like Sirius. Something was weighing on him and Remus would do anything in the world to lift the weight that Sirius had seemed to carry on his shoulders all day long.
“Pads,” he said, wounded.
Sirius closed his eyes. Remus waited while Sirius shook his head. “I’ll talk to you later,” he muttered, turning on his heel and walking away for the second time that day.
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“They want to what?” asked Remus, in horror. Sirius nodded, his eyes shining with frustrated tears. “They want to, what, marry you off?”
Remus couldn’t think. He felt sick. “But, what about...” he paused, a lump in his throat.
Sirius turned to him and suddenly grabbed Remus and brought him down to lie next to him. His arms were warm and tight, and Remus burrowed close, wanting comfort.
“I won’t let them, Moony,” whispered Sirius. “I won’t let them,” he said, furiously. “It’s you and me, it always will be.”
Remus tightened his arms around Sirius’s neck.