☽ 019 [ Last Quarter ] - - Dictated

[lupinotuum]

[ Christmas has always been Remus' favourite holiday, and as he's grown up over the years, he has begun using the season to reflect on himself and all that has changed around him. This past year in Paradisa has been eventful, filled with both happy and painful memories that have stuck with him, made him grow into the person he was today. The past few Christmas' back home, though marred by the oncoming storm of war, have also made him realize that he must cherish those who are still here rather than dwell on those he has lost.

So today he is walking about the woods outside of Paradisa, bundled up warmly with an old, well-worn Gryffindor scarf around his neck. He has his wand out, brandishing it delicately as he uses it to string little lights in the trees along the path. As he goes, he dictates to the journal: ]

A full year has passed for me here in Paradisa. I've made a fair few friends and there have been some very happy memories for me here, even bad ones, though those are the kind that let you grow and learn. A lot has happened in the past few weeks and I've realized that even though we have lost many good friends and family over the time we have spent here, we should use that time to spend it with those who are still here. Nothing is ever permanent, after all. As one year comes to pass, there is always new, brighter year on the horizon.

Happy Christmas, Paradisa.
And a Happy New Year.

[ When he's done, he turns the page and writes in a filter for Sirius. He wants to apologize, wants desperately to make things right again because Sirius is all the family he has left. ]

Sirius, I know you probably don't want me writing or speaking to you, but I wanted to tell you that I am sorry. Truly. What I said was not the truth and it was cruel of me to take my pain and my hurt out on you. I don't expect you to ever forgive me, but I am sorry. 
 

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[heirofficium]

[ A sigh of 'Oh, Moon...' can be heard over the journal before any writing starts. It's a long time before Sirius' writing starts sprawling across the page— it's slow, and a great many things are scribbled out and rewritten before the message is finished. ]

I expect you to forgive me even less for taking a hand to you. You know how angry I get, but I never should've hit you.

Written.

[lupinotuum]

[ Remus has to stop for a second to read Sirius' reply, before letting out a soft sigh. That was the first, and hopefully the only time, Sirius had ever laid a hand on Remus in such a way and Remus had already taken that into consideration. Sirius might not want to be forgiven for it, but Remus already forgave him. ]

... I do forgive you, though. What I said was out of line. Completely out of line. I'm sorry, Sirius. For all of it.

written

[heirofficium]

Don't say that. [ It's quickly scribbled before he's even finished writing. ]

Remus, you and I both know I shouldn't have done it. Quit making excuses for me.

dictated.

[lupinotuum]

I'm not making exc--

[ A sigh. No, he was definitely making excuses and it would do him no good in this situation. ]

I'm sorry...