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was a lot easier to tolerate when he was getting laid on a regular basis." He shrugged at the
thought and then asked, "He's still being a prude then?"
She leant back in her chair, letting it hover on two legs, which Sirius knew could
not end well for her or the chair. "Big time. I don't get it. Is it the age thing?"
Sirius shook his head, rolling his tired eyes and glaring down at his now-empty cup
of coffee. He thought about asking Kreacher for another one, but could not be arsed to
speak to the little beast yet. "It's the commitment thing. Remus doesn't think it's fair that
you'll end up stuck with a broken down, second-hand werewolf without a Sickle to his
name."
She frowned, a heartbroken look in her eyes. "I don't care about that."
"I know," he assured her, reaching across the table to pat her hand. "As good as
Mia was for his emotional health growing up, I think living with his old man after James
and Lily died did a number on him. Lyall Lupin hated werewolves, and he didn't think
Moony deserved to be happy because he was one. When Remus publicly announced his
relationship with Mia, his dad cut him off completely. I'm guessing knowing that Umbridge
is at Hogwarts, teaching in what should be his job, potentially turning a new generation into
prejudiced little shits.. ."
"It's probably bringing up a lot of stuff," Tonks acknowledged aloud.
Sirius nodded his head, glancing around for a pack of cigarettes. Even thinking
about the bitch had him stressing more than he knew he should, considering his attention
was supposed to have been on the war and Harry—then again, it was not as though Sirius
had any way of contributing.
"Remus doesn't bury emotions as well as he likes to think he does. When things
happen and he's too close to the full moon, everything he tries to hide just rises to the
surface. It would be a lot easier if he just spoke his mind and told everyone how shitty it
feels to have people think of him as a monster, instead of trying to convince himself that
they might be right. That stupid Umbridge bitch, though.. ."
"Speaking of Umbridge," Tonks said, setting the front legs of the chair back on the
ground, much to Sirius's relief. "Are the kids still doing that secret defence group?"
Sirius smirked proudly, giving up on his hunt for his cigarettes. "As far as I can tell.
I gave them Molly's warning," he said, rolling his eyes, "followed by my wholehearted
support and approval."