Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire
Tuesday, March 20 • Morning
Remus had fallen into the habit of appearing at the meals in the Great Hall late, but this morning he was back to his previously punctual self.
Izabel had been as good as her word, and had left his bed very early. He'd awoken when she had, and had gone so far as to open his mouth to protest her leaving, when the entirety of the circumstances had been recalled. He'd whispered good-bye softly, and did not fall back asleep.
Instead, he'd waited for the leggy warmth that signaled the only remaining evidence of Izabel's presence between the sheets to dissipate and then made quick work of the rest of his early morning duties, starting with removing his fireplace from the Floo Network and warding his room against an all-too-welcome visitor.