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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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[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.