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nebulochaotic2020-09-11 07:55 pm
skygazing) wrote in nebulochaotic2020-09-11 07:55 pm
arrival - catchall
WHO: Remus Lupin & OTA
WHAT: arrival and shenanigans
WHEN: 9/11-9/13
WHERE: Eglaf Govt Housing, around town
WARNINGS: occasional werewolf talk? too much love of books and chocolate?
apartment 103;
When Remus wakes, he can't quite tell what time it is. The sun filters in through the windows and he can't help but feel something akin to apparition or travel sickness. He's used to waking up on the English countryside, either tucked into some woods or using a barren, old cottage for cover. To find he wakes up in the beginnings of evening, in a warm bed, in a room with four walls? It's disorienting.
Even more so when he remembers that it's Sirius Black who's housing him until he's well enough to return to his own flat, that this is anywhere but home, and that he has dozens and dozens of questions. But he feels a little more human now than he did upon arrival, and he'll have to apologize to Sirius and his flatmates alike for tracking dirt and blood on the way in. He crawls from the bed and starts out into the sitting room. He remembers a coffee pot from earlier, and decides to try his hand at working the obviously more modern muggle machine.
He feels a bit rude, really, making a coffee with someone else's supplies, but he needs something to cut through the fog. He'd much prefer tea, really, but anything warm and comforting just now will do. He struggles with the over-sized, baggy jumper that Sirius gave him earlier (that apparently belongs to someone named Klaus?), the sleeves loose and falling over his scarred fingers as he spoons out grounds into a filter. "Oh these bothersome sleeves..."
around Eglaf, weekend;
Remus isn't a man to stay idle too long, particularly in unknown places. For all his reservations and careful mentality, he's already taken to the sidewalks of Eglaf. Word on the streets is the Fall Festival has started, and although Remus is quite curious, he's taking advantage of the fact that mainstream shops are a little quieter while the locals occupy themselves with the festivities.
He makes his way to a local, used book shop where one might find him perusing the shelves or getting lost in something obscure he's plucked from the shelves. If not that, then one might spot him tucked away in a corner of Soul Full Cup with an old, dog-eared copy of H. G. Wells's The Time Machine, while enjoying a warm cuppa.
Otherwise, you might find him en route or horribly lost between point A and point B, though he doesn't seem to mind that he's lost.
network - video;
[ The video all but fumbles on, operated by someone who is clearly unused to the technology, though he seems to grasp the overall concept as the picture focuses in on his face after a few quick seconds. In fact, it's almost as if the camera itself happens to hover in place, Remus looking quietly pleased. (He looks utterly exhausted, too, but that's his general state of being these days). ]
I think this thing's on. Terribly sorry, I'm afraid we don't have devices like this back home. I don't believe the Muggles have discovered this technology yet, but I'm keen to learn more.
[ And it's honest; the more he can learn about his surroundings the better. He can't help that, despite everything, he's still in the mindset leftover from magical, political unrest. ]
I understand some of you have been here for some time, and I hope to pick everyone's brains in time. I thought I might as well start local before I begin to try and tackle the mess that is federal politics. [ He grins, nothing short of cheeky. ]
WHAT: arrival and shenanigans
WHEN: 9/11-9/13
WHERE: Eglaf Govt Housing, around town
WARNINGS: occasional werewolf talk? too much love of books and chocolate?
apartment 103;
When Remus wakes, he can't quite tell what time it is. The sun filters in through the windows and he can't help but feel something akin to apparition or travel sickness. He's used to waking up on the English countryside, either tucked into some woods or using a barren, old cottage for cover. To find he wakes up in the beginnings of evening, in a warm bed, in a room with four walls? It's disorienting.
Even more so when he remembers that it's Sirius Black who's housing him until he's well enough to return to his own flat, that this is anywhere but home, and that he has dozens and dozens of questions. But he feels a little more human now than he did upon arrival, and he'll have to apologize to Sirius and his flatmates alike for tracking dirt and blood on the way in. He crawls from the bed and starts out into the sitting room. He remembers a coffee pot from earlier, and decides to try his hand at working the obviously more modern muggle machine.
He feels a bit rude, really, making a coffee with someone else's supplies, but he needs something to cut through the fog. He'd much prefer tea, really, but anything warm and comforting just now will do. He struggles with the over-sized, baggy jumper that Sirius gave him earlier (that apparently belongs to someone named Klaus?), the sleeves loose and falling over his scarred fingers as he spoons out grounds into a filter. "Oh these bothersome sleeves..."
around Eglaf, weekend;
Remus isn't a man to stay idle too long, particularly in unknown places. For all his reservations and careful mentality, he's already taken to the sidewalks of Eglaf. Word on the streets is the Fall Festival has started, and although Remus is quite curious, he's taking advantage of the fact that mainstream shops are a little quieter while the locals occupy themselves with the festivities.
He makes his way to a local, used book shop where one might find him perusing the shelves or getting lost in something obscure he's plucked from the shelves. If not that, then one might spot him tucked away in a corner of Soul Full Cup with an old, dog-eared copy of H. G. Wells's The Time Machine, while enjoying a warm cuppa.
Otherwise, you might find him en route or horribly lost between point A and point B, though he doesn't seem to mind that he's lost.
network - video;
[ The video all but fumbles on, operated by someone who is clearly unused to the technology, though he seems to grasp the overall concept as the picture focuses in on his face after a few quick seconds. In fact, it's almost as if the camera itself happens to hover in place, Remus looking quietly pleased. (He looks utterly exhausted, too, but that's his general state of being these days). ]
I think this thing's on. Terribly sorry, I'm afraid we don't have devices like this back home. I don't believe the Muggles have discovered this technology yet, but I'm keen to learn more.
[ And it's honest; the more he can learn about his surroundings the better. He can't help that, despite everything, he's still in the mindset leftover from magical, political unrest. ]
I understand some of you have been here for some time, and I hope to pick everyone's brains in time. I thought I might as well start local before I begin to try and tackle the mess that is federal politics. [ He grins, nothing short of cheeky. ]
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Although he appears calm, he can't help but run through questions in his mind: how is Harry? What happened? Have they discovered the truth about that fateful night? Is Sirius a free man? For all his wonderings, Remus doesn't exactly think about his own future. But to know Harry grew up, went to school with a girl he presumes is a witch in his class, and could be doing bigger, brighter things with a future that none of them really had?
Harry had been so small when Remus left for his mission that he has difficulty imagining a world where that bright-eyed boy lives on without the absolute light of his parents at his side. He lets out a huff of a laugh, belying the eerie sense of grief that settles deep into the pit of his stomach.
"I suppose I'm being unfair. There's something to be learned in every craft," he says sagely, though there's a telling mischievous twinkle in his eye at the thought. But she's moving to the till where the bookseller waits for them. "Oh. Yes, that would be lovely. Better to go there before I stand here reading all day. I've lost track of the time."
He heads toward the till, books tucked securely under one arm. It's true, though. When he sees the clock on the wall he's all but embarrassed to realize he's spent the better part of an hour picking through the shelves and reading dust jackets, cracking spines to flip through the first few pages. Something about the dust in old books stops time, like there's some mischievous pixie waiting round each shelf to cast its spell.
"I think a cuppa is exactly what I need, now that I'm appropriately envious of yours. If you don't mind a second trip?"
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She's willing to let the discussion on Divination fall away because it seems silly to keep pushing it forward. She settles with a little knowing smirk and a nod. "Sure, no problem," she replies as she moves toward the bookseller with her desired purchase. "I do that all the time, if it makes you feel any better," she adds over her shoulder.
After making her purchase, Hermione steps to the side to let Remus make his. "I never mind a second trip to Soul Full. It's actually a really lovely shop," she tells him. Once he's finished making his purchase, as well, Hermione waits for him to look like he's ready to leave before making her way to the door and pulling it open for them both.
This place is testing her, she knows it. First Sirius and now Professor Lupin — both uncomfortably good looking, thank you very much — what's next? Tom Riddle from his school years? That very thought makes her stomach turn a little and she's glad to push the thought away as they head out into the street again. "They have good coffee and snacks there, too, but I'm obviously partial to tea. Oh, except on especially hot days, then I'm more apt to try an Italian soda; they have loads of flavours."
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"A troll in the castle?" He laughs brightly at the thought. "Oh I can only imagine the fuss that caused."
He makes his purchases shortly after Hermione and follows her out of the little shop, falling into step beside her. "It sounds like a lovely spot," he admits, the idea of tea and snacks and Italian soda? This place might not be so bad, after all. "I have to admit," he says finally after enjoying a moment of quiet, "I have so many questions to ask you. Though don't worry, I'm not altogether interested in my future. Or, well. Knowing it. That takes all the adventure out of it, doesn't it?"
And keeps all the looming fears about his future at bay. He'd rather guess at what it looks like than know and dread it. She knows him, that much is evident, but she seems to react positively to him, which gives him some mild hope that his future might not be as bleak as he imagines. He hopes, anyway.
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At least, she thinks with some relief, he's specified that he doesn't want to know about his own future. A couple of little passing, unimportant tidbits here and there, of course, won't hurt. But there are some things that she knows which would be devastating to them to learn, so she's been careful to tap dance around these sorts of things with Sirius. Now, she'll also have to do it with Remus. At least they're from generally the same time and she won't have to learn a brand new dance for Remus, in that regard.
"I'm sure you do," she says slowly, giving him a small, sheepish sort of smile with her sidelong glance. "I can probably answer some things. I have to be more careful with others, though, yeah?" she replies. It's not a declaration that he's not allowed to ask so much as a warning that she reserves the right not to answer.
Hermione stops at the corner and waits until it's safe to cross before moving again. "And there's also a point to keep in mind which Sirius and I discussed a couple of weeks ago if I remember my time correctly, and that's that we could be and very likely are from different versions of our home where lots of things are the same but there are little divergences that make them different. So I can't actually promise any accuracy, depending on the questions."
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"Oh, of course. I don't intend to ask anything that could compromise the future, either," because he knows how delicate time can be, and as much as he'd love to know how everything shakes out, something about knowing the future feels dishonest. Especially if he takes that information with him back home.
"But I think I'd rather think on it," he admits, almost sheepish. It can't be comfortable for her to talk about it, no different than it had been for he and Sirius to talk about home, though the circumstances were vastly different. It's eerie, though, to meet someone he's never met but who knows so much about him. "And I feel I should apologize after the fact for anything ridiculous Sirius must have asked. I have no doubt he has."
There's fondness in his voice, despite the little dig, a warmth in his expression. There are dozens of things they need to talk about still, too. "I know you already have a cuppa, but maybe I could treat you to one of the sweets instead?"
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The thought he's already started to put into this conversation before it's even actually started makes Hermione feel reassured in a way that would be a better fit for him as her professor, but it makes her smile a little anyway. In spite of herself, Hermione finds herself laughing a little at the preemptive apology on Sirius's behalf.
"No, no, it's all right," she says fondly. "Honestly. No need to apologize." Her face warms and she blushes again when he offers to buy her something, suggesting he'd like for her to stick around at the mo as opposed to coming back to the conversation another time. Treating her to something, while hardly a date, still feels more intimate than bumping into one another in a book store and her face warms even more at that thought because it's no good for loads of reasons. "I'd like that," she still finds herself saying because, truthfully, she would. Like Sirius, she'd like to get to know him as he is now. What better way than to join him for a cuppa and a little snack?
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Remus smiles when she finally agrees. Perhaps she knows much more about him, perhaps she's from a different world or a different time. There are dozens of reasons why he should quietly duck away into the cafe by himself and ruminate over his meeting her and everything her existence implies. But equally, chatting in the book store had been pleasant. If anything, it's nice to know there's someone magical here who is both sensible and clever, and he's interested to pick her brain a little more.
So he reaches for the door of Soul Full Cup and opens it for her, a warm smile on his face. "Excellent. I think a cuppa and pastry is exactly what I need. And I have to admit it's a bit selfish on my part. Speaking to someone from home will be a welcome change of pace, even if that home isn't quite the same place. But, please, after you."
The smell of tea and coffee and bakery items is dangerous, and Remus knows he could very easily spend far, far too much time settling in with a good book in a place like this.