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.

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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 :)