present the witch could always appreciate." He smiled and then bowed his head slightly to
each of them in parting before he turned and walked out of the room.
Presumably, Sirius was off to spend Valentine's Day alone in the room he had set
aside for Buckbeak, celebrating the holiday with a hippogriff and a bottle of bourbon. So
far, the Muggle liquor had been the only type of alcohol to even remotely affect him these
days. Firewhisky, he said, he drank for the memories.
Dora pursed her lips as she eyed the box. "What did he mean by that?"
Remus slowly opened the box and smiled as he saw the large selection of chocolates.
There, on the top was a handwritten card that read:
For my witch, who does not yet know the depths of my love—
and her stupid werewolf, who she pretends to like more than me."Mia never liked Valentine's Day," Remus said thoughtfully. "She hated the cliché
gifts, and Sirius had a history with witches trying to sneak Love Potions into his food. So
when they started dating, Sirius would buy her a box of chocolates, and then give them to
me. She said that taking care of me was the best gift that.. ." His voice broke, and he
pressed his lips tightly together, fighting against the rising emotions.
Dora smiled sweetly at him and snatched one of the chocolates from the box,
tossing it into her mouth with a grin. "I know I've said it before, but I think I like Mia
Potter."