Khaat returned to her rooms and found Miseria gone now too. 'Oh well,' she decided, 'this was to let people have some time to do what they wanted.' She went over to a hidden place in her bookshelves and pulled out Remus's journals and decided to read them over for the millionth time. She never grew tired of hearing his voice in her heart as the words seemed to leap off the pages at her and take her back to when he was part of her daily life. Not all memories were bad. Some were actually comforting. She smelled the pages. She could still pick up his scent from the yellowed pages. She breathed it in, letting it take her back to a sweeter time, when she was younger and believed nothing evil would ever touch her life.
She felt her father's hands on her shoulders. "That old wound again, Khaat?" he asked. He sat beside her. "You know Remus would not want you still grieving for him. But somehow when the world seems to be just too much, I know this is where I'll find you. Trying to breathe him in just one more time. It's not all bad, Khaat. You have some good friends. You never thought you'd have that again." "I know," she said softly, curling into him. "So why not just let us take care of you this weekend? We'll take care of you while your friends sort themselves out. You're still our baby, you know." "Thank you, Daddy," She said softly.