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attention as Remus slipped his hand and then arm into the box all the way up to his
shoulder.
"Undetectable Extension?"
Remus bowed his head briefly. A moment later, he returned to the sofa.
Sirius held out a shaking palm as a long piece of chestnut wood was placed there.
He took a sharp breath as the magic from his wand reconnected with him like an old friend,
the same way it had when he was eleven years old, standing in the middle of Ollivander's.
"Mate," Sirius breathed out softly as he gripped the wood with his fingers, feeling
the magic buzz beneath them. "I don't think I've missed any object in the entire world more
than this over the past twelve years."
"You might want to save that declaration," Remus said before dropping a long silver
chain into Sirius's open free hand.
Sirius pressed his lips together and threw the silver chain around his neck quickly,
tugging at it like he used to do when he needed comfort—needed to feel safe. He closed
his eyes, fighting back the tears that were threatening to surface.
There were no words that Sirius could use to properly convey his gratitude to
Remus.
Remus squeezed his hand, and Sirius opened his eyes to see the look of
understanding on the man's face.