Happy birthday, my love
I was happily going about my daily chores when I realized that I had forgotten to change the calendar. It's November, and the calendar was still in October.
When I turned the page, I was reminded of what today is.
November third.
It's your birthday.
That means you've been in prison for roughly a year now.
Without even really thinking about it, I already got you a gift.
You know your leather jacket that you always used to wear, well when you were arrested you were wearing it. I looked into it to see if I could get it back, but apparently, they were afraid of you cursing it.
And they burned it.
Stupid, I know. There are many spells to check for that sort of thing, but the ministry is quite unintelligent.
I was walking past a muggle coat shop on the way home, and I found one that was almost identical to the one that they destroyed.
Of course, I got it, and when I brought it home, I couldn't help myself, and I enchanted the pockets to be larger in the inside. Now that they were larger, I hid as much chocolate as I could fit.
I tried it on, and it just didn't feel right. It was because it didn't smell like you.
Love Remus
Ps
I don't even care if it's illegal anymore, I hope you come home soon.
YOU ARE READING
letters to pads
FanfictionComplet!! When Sirius was sent to Azkaban, it broke Remus. His friend said it might help him get over what happened to write out what he felt in a letter to Sirius. But after a time, writing the letters was the only thing that made him happy anymore.
