saudade - (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved than lost; "the love that remains"
Remus Lupin has a twin sister who's desperately in love with James Potter.
What could go wrong?
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"It means Potato."
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James had just been eating dinner with his parents and Sirius, catching up after being away from home these past few months, when suddenly there was pecking at the window, all four of their heads snapped over towards the noise to see a familiar owl flying outside.
"Oh, it must be a letter from Remus." His mother Euphemia practically beamed, she adored Remus. He was probably her favourite out of all of James' friends, he always assumed he liked Remus more than him.
"I'll get it." Sirius said quickly, getting up before anyone else could, opening the window and letting the owl inside. When he tried to grab the letter off the owl's leg, he was bit harshly by it. "Ow! You stupid owl, I was just trying to grab the letter." he said, but the owl just ignored him and flew right to James, landing on his arm.
"Why would Moony send me a letter?" he asked aloud, glancing at Sirius who just shrugged. He took a look at the letter, only to see a small "J" on the back and that's when he knew exactly who it was from. A small smile appeared on his face, but he quickly hid it so no one would be suspicious. "Weird, anyways, I'll open it later. Off you go." he untied the letter and sent off the owl, who grudgingly obliged.
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After dinner, he grabbed the letter and went into his room to read it. Sitting on the maroon quilt that lay across his mattress, he ripped open the envelope and was immediately engrossed in the letter. Diana's messy scrawl that he had to focus a bit more on to figure out what was written on the piece of parchment, the way he could smell her perfume, one that was a mix of pine and citrus. James had realized there was this feeling he got when he was around Diana, it was one he couldn't quite pinpoint, it was different than when he was Lily, but he still didn't know what it was.
Once he finished the letter he wondered why Diana had doubts about being invited to the christmas party, I mean he invited her himself! James doesn't just go around inviting random people at Hogwarts to this party, sure his parents already had invited plenty of people, but they were all old and boring adults. James hoped when he was his parents' age, he would still be fun, like his dad, but more fun. Also he wondered what the hell "Taten" meant and why he wasn't supposed to ask about it, so he sought out his father, who he knew understood welsh, for a translation. He finally found him reading in the sitting room, next to the lit fireplace.
"Hey, dad." he said, sitting down beside him on the couch. "I wanted to ask for a translation for the word Taten," saying the last word slowly in order to get its pronunciation right. "It's Welsh by the way, if that helps."
Fleamont closed his book, folding the corner of the page to keep his place. "Oh, Diana would kill him if she saw that." James thought to himself. Fleamont thought to himself for a moment before saying "Potato."
