The gale raised by Fawkes's beating wings scattered the letters on Amosta's table in every direction.
After circling the low-ceilinged kitchen and knocking over quite a few pots and pans, Fawkes landed on Amosta's shoulder and affectionately touched his cheek with its beak.
It greatly enjoyed the warmth and light within this wizard's magic.
Remus and Severus looked at each other, both somewhat surprised to find the other here.
There was also a trace of awkwardness in Remus's surprise.
He had come to invite Amosta to his wedding, but he had not invited Severus.
In truth, he had originally intended to do so.
After all, among those familiar faces from back then, some had died, some had been injured, and he no longer kept much contact with those who were still alive.
Though Severus and he had not gotten along well as students, they were both now in the Order of the Phoenix, fighting together against Voldemort.
Moreover, with Amosta's presence, their old grievances had in fact eased considerably.
The ultimate reason Remus had decided not to invite Severus was Severus's own past experiences.
Because of James, Sirius had always held a firmly mocking attitude toward the unclear, complicated relationship Severus had once had with Lily.
But Remus was more objective than Sirius.
He vaguely understood that the reason Severus had left Voldemort's camp and earned Albus's deep trust was precisely because of his profound feelings for Lily.
The fact that Severus had remained alone all these years proved it as well.
So, Remus did not want his wedding to stir Severus's sorrow and upset him.
"An emergency?"
Shooting Fawkes a glance, Amosta looked over calmly.
That went without saying. If it were not urgent, Dumbledore would not have sent Fawkes to bring Severus here.
Severus nodded. Expressionless, he glanced