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Dear Ophelia ,

Today we took a little trip down to Hogsmeade. Last week , I introduced you to my friends - and us Marauders got along with you extremely well , although James was the only one asides me to know sign language.

An hour into the trip , and my friends conveniently abandoned me , alone. With you. Heat rose to my cheeks when I saw you bundled up in warm clothes , caramel eyes scintillating with pure joy. Golden hair escaped your woollen cap , spilling onto your jumper clad figure.

Spending time with you , I felt that both of us were cut from the same cloth. Two people , with weaknesses and strengths - who think of themselves as miniscule pests that can only ever stir trouble and difficulties for others but wish to be seen as normal human beings. 

Not once did you mention my ailment , nor did I tried to intentionally make you feel wary of your hearing impairment. If I did , then I sincerely apologise.

I do not know why people don't like you , especially when you radiate a comforting aura of home and hearth.  But I wish I could tell others about you , how wonderful you are and how wanderlust fills your eyes.

You told me you wish to travel to unknown places , live in cottages and paint till the heart's desire - till all around you you could see canvases that told stories of the people and things you drew in them. 

Afterall , like you said ,"A an artist tells a story through their art , a story seemingly ordinary when narrated from a monotone mouth or when left aloof - yet phenomenal when told through the eyes of a person who sees the world through a different vision."

 And I am happy that when I reached out to hold your hand , you allowed me.

Love ,

Remus.

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