Remus nodded slowly, as he moved like a sleepwalker to set down the parcels and close and lock the door behind them.
As overgrown as the outside of the house was, the inside was perfectly tidy. No dirt, no dust, everything shabby but in good repair; with hardly any furniture or belongings—except for wall-to-wall books. The walls themselves weren't visible for bookshelves. Their contents seemed organised by subject, then author, except for some that must've been by something like date… muggle and wizarding, fiction and nonfiction, old and new, from all over the world; some books they'd read at Hogwarts, some she'd caught him referencing (as none of the others had—only they two muggleborns) from his childhood… several worlds' worth in pages…
Remus moved into the room again with her, waving his hand absently and casting wordless, wandless magic to clear some books (pending shelving) off the one armchair, and Summoning a dining chair from the next room, to seat them both facing each other by the window. He invited her to sit in the armchair, with his usual courtesy, but sank into the dining chair himself before she'd accepted. His legs seemed unable to hold him up any longer.
"How didn't you die?" he whispered. "Is James alive too? Peter? Is Sirius pardoned? …What's real?"
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As overgrown as the outside of the house was, the inside was perfectly tidy. No dirt, no dust, everything shabby but in good repair; with hardly any furniture or belongings—except for wall-to-wall books. The walls themselves weren't visible for bookshelves. Their contents seemed organised by subject, then author, except for some that must've been by something like date… muggle and wizarding, fiction and nonfiction, old and new, from all over the world; some books they'd read at Hogwarts, some she'd caught him referencing (as none of the others had—only they two muggleborns) from his childhood… several worlds' worth in pages…
Remus moved into the room again with her, waving his hand absently and casting wordless, wandless magic to clear some books (pending shelving) off the one armchair, and Summoning a dining chair from the next room, to seat them both facing each other by the window. He invited her to sit in the armchair, with his usual courtesy, but sank into the dining chair himself before she'd accepted. His legs seemed unable to hold him up any longer.
"How didn't you die?" he whispered. "Is James alive too? Peter? Is Sirius pardoned? …What's real?"