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Dear Ophelia ,

Today I brought you a list. An empty parchment awaiting words to fall from your lips , as I sat across you in the library with a quill and a pot of ink. I asked you what you wanted to do in your life before the time slipped.

"Let's see , I want to visit Paris. Go to the Louvre Museum and see the Mona Lisa for real. See the stars while laying on a grassy hill. Eat two scoops of chocolate ice-cream because Mum always allowed me only one. Paint the universe , and dance with someone I like for hours", You had said , and I had written it all down.

To be honest , for a person dying of a disease - these wishes seem quite ordinary. I expected something .... extravagant. But I am happy I will be able to grant your wishes.

Fuck underage magic. I am sixteen , you are sixteen - we both are in the seventh year. If not now , then never , and I already have my Apparition license.

It was , fortunately , a Saturday. We apparated from behind the Shrieking Shack at Hogsmeade.

You got your wish , Ophelia. You saw the Mona Lisa through your eyes , and you made quite an amusing comment about it , and I quote ,

"I love how she is imperfect , how she does not have eyebrows but is still beautiful."

We bought huge cones of ice-cream , and I made sure to get you two scoops of the chocolate one. You laughed when you saw how the ice-cream lathered the corner of my lips , while some was smothered onto your nose.

Your laugh. I think that is something I will miss the most when you go.

We visited the Seine River , and watched the alluring view of the city from the Eiffel Tower. Muggle architecture is truly a wonder. We heard a few local musicians play on the road , and danced casually to the refrains of a violin.

Then we apparated back to the same spot from where we had left. The sky had darkened considerably , and we walked back up to the castle. We counted the stars from the Astronomy Tower , and laughed as I twirled you.

As we held hands and watched the pearly stars that littered the sky , I realised that we did not need words any longer to say we both loved each other. 

And I am glad I love you , Ophelia Francis.

Love , 

Remus.

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