The wistfulness for the past, and the angst of the present and the way it all fades in the middle of feeling things. And then comes back right at the end when they know Remus will go and not even know if he will come back, whatever he promises. (And then that it won't be him that leaves, in the end.)
The wistfulness for the past, and the angst of the present and the way it all fades in the middle of feeling things. And then comes back right at the end when they know Remus will go and not even know if he will come back, whatever he promises. (And then that it won't be him that leaves, in the end.)
Lovely.