Etant donné que je suis une fan absolue de Moony ( et de tout ce que peut ce rapprocher de près ou de loin aux Maraudeurs ), je risque de ne pas être très objective.
* cris de fangirl hystérique * C'est si mignon de lire l'évolution de Rem' au fur et à mesure des chapitres, on ne s'ennuie jamais ( ou vraiment très peu, ou seulement pendant quelques lignes ), J'AIME VOIR LA RELATION PADFOOT MOONY C'EST ADORABLE * encore d'autres cris hystériques de fangirl *
Je suis actuellement en train de lire "The war", l'ambiance n'est évidemment pas la même et celle des premières années me manques...
WOLFSTAR EN FORCE !!!!!!!!!!!!
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This was no great thing for them – James and Sirius treated it as any other afternoon; the hospital bed was just an extension of their dorm. For Remus it was everything – it was time that would otherwise be spent anxious and alone. It was the closest thing to family he could imagine.
Anyway,” he lowered his voice, in case Madam Pomfrey was lurking nearby, “The whole point of having a nickname was so no one knew who wrote the map. I don’t think ‘Remu’ is going to fool anyone.”
“He’s got a point, there.” James said, wisely, “As much fun as it’s been.”
“Fair enough,” Sirius heaved a sigh, “But can we call you Remu until we come up with something better?”
“No.
Remus was stalwartly ignoring this behaviour – he knew that Sirius was pronouncing the incantation all wrong, with the emphasis in the wrong place – but he wasn’t going to tell him, because he wasn’t sure exactly why Sirius wanted a tentacle arm so badly, and it couldn’t be for any good reason.
Remus had seen plenty of boys at St Edmund’s trying to push their limits like that – the problem was, some limits weren’t fences. Sometimes they were edges; with nothing on the other side.
He wished he wasn’t always the one left out, he wished he knew how it felt to have a friend as close as James. More than ever, he wanted someone to talk to.