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[heorot]

What's this? Why'd you call it- no, Sirius, stop I-

[ there's a pause, sounds of a struggle and what could probably pass as a triumphant laugh. ]

Right! Name's James Potter. 'pparently you can leave things here for me to read later? Brilliant.
Uh, what am I even supposed to say?

Wait, no, this is my bloody-

[ and the feed is cut off. blame sirius. ]

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[heorot]

[ he stops a few steps from the bed because he needs to listen, to hear everything remus has to say just to make sure. his heart drops when he realizes what that means, and as much as he wants to lie and tell him they'll find her, she's still got to be here, he doesn't know if he can.

instead, he feels remus' arms shake, sees his hands do the same, and james just lets go of him to wrap his arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a tight embrace. ]

We'll figure this out. We will.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

There's nothing to figure out. She's gone.

[He allows himself to be pulled into an embrace, but shakes his head quite firmly.]

And I'll never see her again. And that's that.

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[heorot]

That's not-

[ and james will just stubbornly keep hugging him. ]

Bloody hell Remus, you don't know that.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

You know it is! People disappear all the time, and you can't contact them anymore, and that's it! It doesn't matter!

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[heorot]

But that's not it! People come back just as often. They come back and they can remember being gone - I've heard stories. I've talked to people who have. It's possible.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

But unlikely, and you know it.

[With a sigh he pulls away.]

I'm not . . . I want to just forget it.