Oh. Oh! *hugs self* This is amazing - oh, wow. /nearly speechless with delight.

I love your locked-away Remus, quietly doing his job, trying to make ends meet while the world is going to pieces around him, wondering how to fit things together again. And that slightly lost feeling that comes once school is over and adult life begins - that's so perfect. Exuberant, tactless Sirius is lovely, over-the-top, demanding and careless - and just wonderful.

So many lovely little details here: the Crystal Standard and its staff (I love Manfred the leisure editor!), that Sirius found his painters in a pub, the little glimpses of the Order meetings, and the gang hanging out at Sirius' flat.

And wonderful plot too - such menace. I love the way Remus can't ask the same questions about parentage any more, I love what you're implying about Lynette Windropp and her cigar-box of letters, I love the atmosphere of doubt and fear, and Remus' feeling that it's inevitably all going to end horribly.

Thank you so much for making me love this incarnation of my story. Thank you for taking such care with it, and making something beautiful from it.