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IC Contact: Scorched (Lupin's forge)

This is Remus Lupin. Please message me here for any questions regarding the Clinic or tutorials at the dojo.

If you have just arrived and know my voice, call me. I'll find you.

Sona si latine loqueris.*

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[ Arthur listens quietly. Not just once; he breaks the flow of the conversation by replaying Remus' words, particularly the tail-end of his speech. All clarifications regarding his personal history seem irrelevant in the face of that single truth. ]

So in believing sorcery was dangerous and required restriction, my father created the danger.

[ Just a thought aloud; he's not even asking for confirmation. Realizing this comes with the additional understanding that others had already tried to convince King Uther of this very fact, tried and failed. ]

[ He sets his jaw. ]

I'll do better.

[feels suddenly worn out, emptied—but not unpleasantly. Like putting down something heavy you've carried for a long time.

Always has enough energy for a genuine smile.]

I know you will. You already are.

[ A dubious reassurance, when nothing he can do or realize here can be as important as what he must do back home. ]

Thank you.

[ For all of it, for living up to promises and letting Arthur share and returning in kind. ]

. . . What happened to her? If you don't mind my asking. Your sister?

I don't rightly know.

I know she rejected her invitation to the wizarding school I attended. It must have been hard for her in non-wizarding school to hide her abilities and stifle those impulses.

Right out of school she married a man who treated her very badly. Any feeling of self-worth she had left was surely...

When I found her again we'd both changed our names, in opposite directions—I from the non-magical tradition to a wizarding name, she the other way around… we'd changed identities and worlds… and couldn't seem to find each other even in the same room.

I heard from her only once more. She wrote to me that she was going to leave her husband. I don't know if that means our conversation had anything to do with… if I could have done one good thing in her life to make up for…

I don't know where she is what she's doing now. I don't even know if she went through with it. Or if he let her get away with it.

My apologies. I never meant to open old wounds.

No… no, not at all.

If anything, you may have helped cleanse one that wasn't closing.

[a faint smile] You're… very like and extremely unlike the last person I could talk to in this manner. It's something I've missed badly.

Never apologise for asking me anything. We answer because we want to. Or need to.

[ A pause, and Arthur looks away, briefly boyish. ]

I have never had anyone to talk to in this manner.

[ His jaw clenches, a little embarrassed, but when he looks back to the camera he recovers quickly, or appears to. ]

Right, well! I don't suppose if we ever get that Door working you'd like to come back to Camelot and join my council? I'd give you a title and everything.

[have possibly the fullest laugh anyone's gotten out of Remus in a while]

I'm honoured, my friend and liege, but I think even if the course of history would not implode from such a thing, my head might.

[And he's tried functioning among those whose future he knows and found he neither likes it nor excels at it one bit.]

I think you'd find you already possess the necessary council.

[Go ahead and interpret that metaphorically. Time later to discover it's not.]

[ Yes. This particular turn to the conversation will be highly amusing in retrospect. ]

Fine. My offer stands, anyway.

[ And that's about it for this conversation. ]

Maybe next time we talk you'll change your mind.

[It's a shame Arthur never knew Sirius.

(Or maybe only Lupin could think so.)

In any case, Arthur would have recognised the Marauderly lift of an eyebrow]

What would be the title?

Hmm. I could appoint you Braedon's territory; the Druids set up encampments in his forests and they'd take to you like a shot.

That's... a Dukedom, I believe.

[ It is very difficult to tell if he's serious. ]

Hmm… Duke Lupin of the Druids. Too many owlish vowels, I think. [Very serious indeed. Deliberately bad suppression of that grin] But still a pleasant thought. I'll hang on to it.

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