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Tom walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, so different from when he first attended school. Climbing the stairs he came to a pause at the door to the office, putting on a charming smile and knocking sharply three times. Taking a step back he looked out the window at the first snowfall of the season whilst he waited for the door to open. 

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Remus,

Swing by when you get a chance, I want to ask you something that isn’t well suited to owls.

Or actual face to face conversation but, mostly, not to owls.

Oh! Right, and if you’re apparating, hit the street out front. If you try to come right up to the door, the new set of wards’ll light you up on the way through.

It won’t kill you, and you’ll end up at the door regardless, but there will be fire and I hate the smell of burning hair.

I’m also making the presumption that you’d prefer not to be set on fire if at all possible as I haven’t yet met anyone who, given that choice, would say, “I prefer to be set on fire.”

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Teddy strolled into the living room, sitting down on the chair across from his father, grinning at the other for a moment until he had his attention. This was a delicate situation and had to be approached with the utmost consideration for keeping himself out of trouble. 

“Dad... Are you alright?” Teddy came running into the room the second he heard the loud slam of his father hitting the door. Thankfully, the glass was strong enough that his father hadn’t gone breaking through. That would have been bad. However, the boy had to take a few moments to process exactly what happened.

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This letter seems to be being delivered by a less than sleek looking magpie.

Remus,

Apologies for the not-owl owl, I can’t seem to find mine tonight. She hides a lot lately. It’s fine though, if you’re reading this.