[ Her heart hurts seeing him like this, as if the worst has happened all over again, and all she wants to do is draw him into her arms and offer him the same comfort he had always offered her - friendship and chocolate, hand in hand to chase away the demons that haunt the both of them sometimes.
It's almost too easy for her to move closer, to wrap herself entirely and to draw him against her, almost as if his own sadness and his pain seeps into her, music in the back of her mind. She wants to take care of him, the same motherly tendencies she feels towards Harry, and it hurts that there's nothing she can do to help him. ]
I'll never have anything more important than being with a friend. [ And she chooses that word deliberately; he's not just her professor, not now. He's Remus. ]
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It's almost too easy for her to move closer, to wrap herself entirely and to draw him against her, almost as if his own sadness and his pain seeps into her, music in the back of her mind. She wants to take care of him, the same motherly tendencies she feels towards Harry, and it hurts that there's nothing she can do to help him. ]
I'll never have anything more important than being with a friend. [ And she chooses that word deliberately; he's not just her professor, not now. He's Remus. ]