[You're fine!
If I don't talk to you before then, have fun on your mission trip!]
Sirius could feel his lips threatening to curl up at the corners as he felt Marlene lean into him and deepen the kiss. The feeling of soaring that was filling him was far better than anything he could get from sitting on a broomstick. He was just so
happy. It was a far different happy than how he felt when he was with friends or when he'd just pulled off a magnificent prank. This was a warm, encompassing sort of feeling that was pulling him in and making him crave the feeling even more. He pulled her even closer, as if she was the source of this wonderful flying feeling he was discovering. He'd kissed girls before, but those kisses had all been nothing in comparison to how he felt in the moment.
He brushed his lips against hers with a bit more vigor, fingertips sliding from her cheek to thread in her soft, brown hair. She was slowly intoxicating him, blurring out the world around him and leaving his focus on her and her alone. It wasn't until he heard some rather childlike giggling from afar that he realized he should come up for air. Reluctantly pulling away, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes just barely cracking open as he drew in a deep breath of air and let it out slowly to bring himself back to the ground. He didn't even think of turning to chastise whoever had interrupted their first kiss with such giddy laughter, he was only thinking of Marlene. It was then he knew he was in deep with her; perhaps it had been the years he'd spent pining after her. He grinned crookedly at her before taking a step away, regretfully feeling the warmth her body had provided washing away in the cool breeze that blew past the two of them. He didn't say a word to her and instead grasped one of her hands in his, twining their fingers together tightly.
Evangeline skipped another stone across the lake, watching it bounce across the surface of the Black Lake six times before disappearing into the murky depths. She sent Remus a sidelong glance as he spoke, a small smile on her lips as she tested the weight of another smooth stone on her hand. When he finished, she was no longer smiling and instead wore a sort of melancholy look instead. Turning her bright blue eyes away from him and focusing on the ripples of water traveling toward the two of them, she drew in a deep breath of air.
"That's rubbish," she murmured sourly, shaking her head. There was so much that could have been said in the weighted silence that followed her comment, but she said not a word. Finally, she turned her eyes back to his for a moment, brows lifting slightly. "Perhaps you should turn that question around: ask if they're what
you're looking for. They're clearly missing out," she told him with a crooked grin. It was a grin that was short lived as well once he turned the question back to her.
"I don't know," she told him honestly, eyes turned down to stare deep into the water. "My parents are muggles...and they've never really...approved of me going here. They think its all a bunch of bull." She let out a heavy sigh before she tossed another stone out to the lake. "I think I'd like to be a healer though...and try to work at St. Mungo's or some place of that sort. All I've ever wanted to do, even before I realized I was a witch, was just help people."