[She shrugs. It was terrifying, it was only a moment, she hadn't remembered or pieced it together. She was running and he was transforming, she had only been on board the ship a week or two.]
I had forgotten about it. It was only for a moment.
I don't think so. I don't remember anyone saying so. I got bitten by a wolf, that time, but it was a real one, one of the big ones that follow those kids around. Lady, was her name.
But I don't remember anyone saying that they had been hurt by you.
Two things I'm afraid I was never particularly good at. I never even took chemistry, to be honest, much to my mother's disappointment. Just enough math to know how to count before I left for Hogwarts.
I mean, it is, but not . . . I only really use it in arithmancy, and even that, it's more about studying the magical properties of numbers than actually multiplying them.
[She sets up everything at the piano and opens her piano bench to reveal a notebook - it's just a spare - and takes it out, ruffles through the pages, and sits, then hands him his cake back. Once she's sitting, she writes out, erasing after each paragraph:]
You still live in a world governed by math, I bet. You can't get away from it. This ship is only possible because of it. Anyway, okay, let me try and explain.
Music is based on octaves, which is measures of eight. I turned that into a sequential equation that I can read. It's not entirely that simple - because of beat and meter, and tempo, and other factors - but music is basically math transformed, so I transformed math back into music. This may seem strange and not impressive, but it has some interesting applications besides playing - mostly with what I can program into computers.
I wrote this equation, which translates into this song.
Well, translating music is easy enough, but I also turn mathematical proofs into songs - that's not as pretty, I won't torment you with that. But thank you.
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Do you know what we met? Before. When you were grown.
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What? I hope it's good news.
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I had forgotten about it. It was only for a moment.
[She takes a bite of the cake]
I saw you transform.
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I, ah, hope I didn't see you. Or rather, I hope Moony didn't.
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Well, you told me to run, so I did. I hid in a duct. I didn't see anything after that.
This was a lot less creepy in my head.
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[He gives her a tight smile.]
You know why I'd be worried about you being near Moony. God, I'd hate for you to-- that's not something you should ever have to be near.
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[She does a little spin, and ends it with a flourish. Ta-da!!!]
I hadn't put the two together. Until the other day, when you told me, and then after I slept.
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I'm honestly surprised that I was stupid enough to transform where someone could find me when I was old.
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[Surely Sirius would have told him? But Sirius never likes to talk about the other Lupin he knew; Remus honestly doesn't even know how old he'd been.]
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I don't think so. I don't remember anyone saying so. I got bitten by a wolf, that time, but it was a real one, one of the big ones that follow those kids around. Lady, was her name.
But I don't remember anyone saying that they had been hurt by you.
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This is quite good, you know, you're very good at this.
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It's all math and chemistry, you know.
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Well I don't know any magic but I know numbers. I can turn numbers into music.
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[A beat, and then:]
Why are you looking like that? I'm a wizard, not a scientist; my parents knew that since I was a child.
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But math is so important!
[But then she nods, and picks up his plate, and carries it. Luckily the music room is just down the hall.]
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[Patiently he follows.]
I mean, it is, but not . . . I only really use it in arithmancy, and even that, it's more about studying the magical properties of numbers than actually multiplying them.
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You still live in a world governed by math, I bet. You can't get away from it. This ship is only possible because of it. Anyway, okay, let me try and explain.
Music is based on octaves, which is measures of eight. I turned that into a sequential equation that I can read. It's not entirely that simple - because of beat and meter, and tempo, and other factors - but music is basically math transformed, so I transformed math back into music. This may seem strange and not impressive, but it has some interesting applications besides playing - mostly with what I can program into computers.
I wrote this equation, which translates into this song.
[She moves her fingers, and plays Arabesque I.]
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Well, translating music is easy enough, but I also turn mathematical proofs into songs - that's not as pretty, I won't torment you with that. But thank you.
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It's a way to prove that the math is sound. Like logic. How do you go through life without algebra?
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[He studies that, though, and smiles.]
I do like the neat logic of it, though. Have you found any particular favorites?
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Favorite proofs? Or favorite songs?
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