I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven’t got a godfather!"
"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though… keep up with my news… check if I’m happy…"
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter Nineteen
↳ The Servant of Lord Voldemort
"Remus!" Pettigrew squeaked, turning to Lupin instead, writhing imploringly in front of him. "You don’t believe this… Wouldn’t Sirius have told you they’d changed the plan?"
"Not if he thought I was the spy, Peter," said Lupin. "I assume that’s why you didn’t tell me, Sirius?" he said casually over Pettigrew’s head.
"Forgive me, Remus," said Black.
"Not at all, Padfoot, old friend," said Lupin, who was now rolling up his sleeves. "And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing you were the spy?”
"Of course," said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face.
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