chapter eighteen: moony, wormtail, padfoot, and prongs

[marginalia]

[Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs] - Remus

He wonders what would happen if he spoke with them through the Map, whispering secrets and watching the ghostly words appear. Words from versions of themselves, imprisoned in parchment. Alone in the early morning hours he knows, bitterly, that it's only magic.

He knows all of this, and yet he thinks on what to say. There are too many words and yet too few for this house divided. Sometimes he dreams he'd just ask Padfoot, why?

It has only been nine years. Two dead, one shell locked away, and one Dark creature who does not want to know the answer.

Comments

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

can i even say how happy i am to have remus pre-PoA (really, just pre-OotP)right now? i don't know.

it was a different kind of angst, back in those days, and i rather preferred it. one could choose to wallow in those 12 years or to look forward with hope.

and i can read this and roll around in the angstiness of it while thinking you're going to find out, it's horrible, but it's not what you think in a hopeful sort of way and try not to think about what happens next.

thanks, man.

[beccasketch.livejournal.com]

I think it has to be pre-POA, doesn't it? But I love how you don't really know until the last line.

Lovely, Jaci. :)

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you :)

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

i'm really glad that we decided to challenge ourselves to not during poa, because it really made me stretch and consider the timelines much more than i would have otherwise. this isn't a time i had thought much about writing in, but now, it's luring me.

thank you :)