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The owl will be waiting outside Remus' bedroom window from just around 1 am in the night on the 11th of march, until it is spotted and let in. It will of course peck on the glass to make its presence known.


Dear Remus,

Happy birthday. I am sorry for the tardiness of this letter and that I was unable to stay home long enough to enjoy this occasion with you. But know that I'm safe and well. I hope you are too.

An actual birthday present will have to wait for my return, but I have one thing I can give you now. I only managed to secure this a few days ago, and have been waiting for a suitable moment to safely send the message.

Potions Master Damocles Belby, the original creator of the Wolfsbane potion, has directed me (or rather, another esteemed colleague of his) to a fairly young but apparently competent French Potions Crafter. A private student of his, who is fully capable and willing - for a suitable amount of course - to brew the Wolfsbane for you.

His name is Marcel Bouchard and he currently resides in Paris, Rue d'Arcen 66. If you say, you have been referred by Belby, and hand him the coin I have enclosed, there should be no problems. There should also be no need to disclose your name. I have sealed the coin inside a ward, so you will be able to touch it.

I hope I will see you soon.

I love you.

~S

Date: 2006-02-12 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moonyblues.livejournal.com
Remus smiles and wipes at his face.

Of course Severus would come through for him.


Severus,

Thank you, Darling.

Yes. I called you Darling.

Because that's what you are.

I knew you would take care of me, even when you can't be here.

It is not in time for this full, which unfortunately is tonight, but after it's over I will contact this person and work it out.

Thank you again, so much, my Severus.

I will see you as soon as you visit these parts again.

I love you.

R

Date: 2006-02-16 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sev-ensnared.livejournal.com
Fortunately, the owl is able to find Severus in his laboratory, and nobody else sees him receive it.

His lips quirk into a small crooked smile, an eyebrow arching at Remus' words.

Darling. Well, that is certainly an endearment, that has never been connected to him before. He wonders if Remus is using it to annoy him. Just a little. His smile widens just a fraction at that thought.

At the same time worry grips him, because once more Remus won't only go through the pain of transformation, but also the injuries from the wolf. He hopes he'll be able to leave soon.

Severus reads the letter once more, then steps over to the fireplace and drops it into the fire. He only turns away when the paper is reduced to ashes. Nobody can know.

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