When: 10th January 1978 Where: Ministry of Magic Atrium Who: Remus && @rattypeter
They were free.
Remus had been pretty certain they would have to be set free, just as he had told those who had tried to question him. The logical part of him had known that. The louder part of his brain, though -- the part that caused his blood to rush to his head and anxiety to course his veins -- had fretted that it would never happen. That they would continued to be set up for something none of them would ever do, until the Ministry discovered all their secrets. Remus’ big one would come out 23rd January. He would be subject to harsher questioning, the rights to werewolves so much less and suspicions against him no doubt raised once they knew he was intrinsically Dark.
Remus had been brought up first, apparently still seen as the lesser threat of the four of them, despite the fact that Fleamont Potter had managed to confirm they were all allowed to go. He wasn’t coping too well with waiting on his own.
“Pete--” he darted forwards as soon as his friend appeared. They had only been able to briefly see each other before. “It’s over. Are you okay? I’m so sorry. Fuck. It’s over.”