Winter is slowly dying here. Nature is coming back to life, but I'm not. You, of all people, would understand. The world feels harsher these days, colder. But in the corners of my mind, I still find you. You were never here. Not really. But somehow, you are.
I miss things I've never had. Conversations we've never spoken. Your presence that was never mine to know. Since I don't know how else to say it, I am ending this with my favourite passages from the books. The ones where you felt closest. The ones where you made the world feel a little warmer, a little softer.
Professor Lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.
"Here," he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece. "Eat it. It'll help."
PoA, p.68
Professor Lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.
"Here," he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece. "Eat it. It'll help."
PoA, p.68
"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," he said, "and I am sure he will perform it admirably."
PoA, p.107
A ray of wintery sunlight fell across the classroom, illuminating Lupin's gray hairs and the lines on his young face.
PoA, p.155
"I have complete confidence in you," said Lupin, smiling. "Here -- you've earned a drink - something from the Three Broomsticks. You won't have tried it before --"
He pulled two bottles out of his briefcase.
"Butterbeer!" said Harry, without thinking. "Yeah, I like that stuff!"
Lupin raised an eyebrow.
"Oh - Ron and Hermione brought me some back from Hogsmeade," Harry lied quickly.
"I see," said Lupin, though he still looked slightly suspicious. "Well -- let's drink to a Gryffindor victory against Ravenclaw! Not that I'm supposed to take sides, as teacher… " he added hastily.
PoA, p.204-205
“Remus says you’re a good flier,” said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep voice.
“He’s excellent,” said Lupin, who was checking his watch.
OotP, p.51
“It looks wonderful, Molly,” said Lupin, ladling stew onto a plate for her and handing it across the table.
OotP, p.84
“Oh — oh — oh!” gulped Mrs. Weasley, and she broke into a storm of crying, her face in her hands.
“Molly,” said Lupin bleakly, walking over to her, “Molly, don’t…”
Next second she was sobbing her heart out on Lupin’s shoulder.
“Molly, it was just a boggart,” he said soothingly, patting her on the head. “Just a stupid boggart…”
OotP, p.176
“And as for who’s going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died,” said Lupin, smiling slightly, “what do you think we’d do, let them starve?”
OotP, p.177
Lupin strolled away from the bed and over to the werewolf, who had no visitors and was looking rather wistfully at the crowd around Mr. Weasley;
OotP, p.507
“Take care, Harry,” said Lupin quietly. “Keep in touch.”
OotP, p. 870
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