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Remus sat, rubbing his hand over his head absent-mindedly as he looked down at his feet, trying to think of the right words. “I just have a headache–” He promised, “I’m fine.”
“Hm. OK then. Does anything else hurt?” For some reason Amelia wasn’t quite buying the Gryffindor’s words about a simple headache---maybe she was just paranoid with all the rumors of war going around---but she did not want to invade his privacy by pressing further. Instead she resumed to inquiring about his health. “Do you need anything?”
















