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↪ #82 is… “The Music of the Night” from The Phantom of the Opera

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“Ah, Ms. Lovegood, what has you out here all alone?” 

The Astronomy professor had been strolling along the grounds of Hogwarts, trying to clear his mind and get a bit of fresh air. As a child he had always been more of a logical thinker, being a muggle born, but now, with magic, he believed anything could be possible. That was why he became a professor.

What did you do, Ray? 

Remus used to being bullied when he wasn’t in the company of his friends. In fact, it was rare that he wasn’t for this very reason, but he had been on his way to meet up with Luna to discuss some Herbology homework when the bullies had spotted him and literally cornered him. He had said nothing and done nothing aside from completely ignoring them. Remus knew better than to let his anger get the best of him, it wouldn’t be very pretty if he did. Despite trying to hold it back it was becoming rather impossible, that was until Luna showed up. At first, the Slytherins laughed, at Luna’s bold attempt to stand up to them, but that laughter fell short as they saw the rather dangerous look in Remus’ eyes. He was very protective of Luna, his Moon. No one was going to hurt her on his watch. As the group fell silent, Remus took a step forwards and they practically scattered with excuses of homework and the such. With them gone he looks to her, the anger fading to a soft, loving smile.“Thank you love.” he spoke softly. 

London was always an odd place to visit. He’d been more aware of it as a child, going there on occasional business trips with his uncle and cousin, but his grandfather had told him stories of London--feline shadows turning humanoid, houses with pictures that moved, owls everywhere... of course, with how old he was, a lot of what he said was dismissed as being nonsense. But the sense of suspicion stayed with him, even when his ability to notice such things didn’t.

Still, he figured it was just something odd with the atmosphere of the town, not the people themse-

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      Wild eyes look at the odd young witch before her, so wide and confused. Remember? Bellatrix blinks trying to think, her eyebrows pulling together making her expression one only her sisters normally would have seen. Panic beginning to fill her eyes along with her confusion, “What?” she half whispers, “Where the hell am I? Who-Who are you?!”

 “ Are you the one I am waiting for?”

 George was quick to ask, grinning ear to ear. Nervously batting his eyes. This whole scenario was set up by his close friend, it was a way to get him to social with women other than his partner in the arts. Which was completely fine with him, but he could not help to feel on edge slightly.

    The spot he chose was far from the city, on a beach. He felt the fresh air would do well. Shamefully he brought his black sketch book of which he was previously sketching within. Quickly he rose to his feet taking her hand and softly pecking it.

“ I am George,