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The Conference by Melvacaea [Reviews - 3]

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Chapter Thirty: Love is not Love

"I have a bone to pick with you."

Remus entered her classroom as she was explaining the subtleties of the Imperius Curse to her fourth year Gryffindors and Slytherins. She stared at him in astonishment and then anger. How dare he enter here and presume to announce before her students that she might have done him some wrong? She ground her teeth together.

"After class, Remus. Now, as I was saying, the Imperius Curse is best performed by someone with a strong and willful mind. An example is Voldemort, who used the Imperius Curse quite often. Almost as often as the Crucia–"

"Now, Professor," he interrupted smoothly and calmly. Anger brimmed in her eyes when she looked at him.

"I am teaching a class, Professor. Or have you gone blind as well?"

The class started to mutter and Remus went red. She turned back to her class and ignored his rather loud exit.


Mara was sitting at her desk, grading essays, when the door opened and a stiff Remus walked in. His lips were white from being so pursed and his fists were clenched. She leaned back in her chair, watching him like a hawk, and he sat down in one of the student's desks, glaring at her. There was a long stretch of silence and she finally gave in.

"What do you want, Remus?"

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments."

"Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove." A smile burst through her features and Remus seemed weary. "Shakespeare, sonnet 116. Love is unconditional."

"Do you know how long it took me to find something to tell you?" he said hoarsely. Mara stood up and hugged her cousin.

"It was perfect, Remus," she whispered. There were tears in her eyes.

"Have you talked with Sna – Severus about your wedding plans?"

She looked surprised. "No. We haven't really thought about it much. I guess that it was silently agreed that we'd wait until the end of the year."

"The end of the year?" She nodded. "You're serious?" She nodded again. "You're insane. Both of you. End of the year, my arse," he scoffed.

"Well, the other best time is during Christmas, but that's less than a month away! Remus what –"

"Leave it to me and Hermione. Promise?"

"I can't promise anything from Severus' part, but I'll try."

He stood up to leave and then grinned at her. "I already got through to him."

"Oh, hell."

Author's Notes:
Sonnet 116 goes as follows:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. Love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
that looks on tempests and is never shaken;
it is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom,
if this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

There have been several analyzations on this sonnet. Some say that it's saying that love IS conditional, others that it's not, others that it's talking about two types of loves, etc. In this instance, I'm going with the 'love is unconditional' theory.

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The Conference by Melvacaea [Reviews - 3]

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