But just a few months ago, on a different route to the cemetery, Remus found this wonderful garden filled with hundreds of flowers. This meant his mother wasn’t getting any flowers. That was seven months ago, and Remus had been looking for a part-time job while in school to help make ends meet. Which was fine until his father had to be admitted into the hospital and any money not put towards their small apartment and meager food was used for his hospital expenses. This was when he figured he also should bring flowers. But over the years it has gotten better, he even saw a few elderly individuals come and go with flowers for their loved ones. At first, it was ominous and mortifying, being around all the other gravestones and death. It had been about seven years since he lost her to cancer and only about five since he was finally able to come to the cemetery to visit her. It was Thursday, and like most Thursdays Remus was going to go visit his mum. He sighed and admired the man from a distance. Sure Black keep making excuses, his inner voice taunted him. He looked down at his clothes, he was covered in dirt and sweat. Sirius always entertained the idea of talking to him. Sirius had seen him around before, he was always so shifty looking but cute. The sandy-haired guy was lingering there looking around. Sirius glanced up from where he was weeding one of the far flowerbeds toward the wrought iron fence.
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