Remus J. Lupin (m00ny) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-09-17 11:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/09 september, remus lupin, sirius black |
Who: Sirius and Remus Sirius was hardly one come right out and get into anything of actual substance - it was much easier to use the front of take away and alcohol. It also didn't hurt that he was very much a fan of take away and alcohol. He could hear Remus finally awake in the living room, and, feeling oddly relieved, he gathered their lunch and made his way out of the kitchen. "You better be hungry," he said, setting down the bulging bag of cartons on the coffee table. "I'm starving," Remus assured him, looking up at Sirius with a grin. "That smells brilliant. Tell me you have forks with all of that stuff you've got. You know I'm crap at using chopsticks." He was using a wait-and-see approach to see if Sirius would bring it up first. Remus doubted it, but he was going to give Sirius a chance to start the conversation. "You really should just embrace the chopsticks," Sirius said, even as he handed Remus a fork. He always had an inordinate amount of fun with them, but he knew full well that Remus always end up frustrated and poking at individual pieces of rice with a sad look on his face. He plucked his own chopsticks from the top of the bag and then threw himself on the couch beside Remus, propping his feet up as he reached for a carton. Remus rolled his eyes as he took the fork and picked up one of the cartons. Opening it somewhat suspiciously, he was gratified to find one of his favourite dishes inside. "I'm way too uncoordinated to handle chopsticks at the best of times," he said lightly as he began to eat. He glanced sideways at Sirius, obviously curious, but didn't say anything just yet as he continued to eat. Sirius attempted to reply, but it was difficult with a mouthful of lo mein. Stopping to actually swallow his food, this time he managed, "you are far too self-depreciating my fine friend." He poked at a piece of chicken before taking another satisfied bite. "Is it terribly depressing that this is the most normal thing I've done in months?" "Yes, it really is," Remus replied quite seriously, fork paused mid-way to his mouth to answer the question. "So what brought this on?" He simply couldn't wait any longer to find out what was going on. It was killing him and Sirius had at least given him a bit of an opening. Sirius frowned, staring down at his noodles as he twirled them around his chopsticks. "I feel so fucking frustrated," he admitted, poking rather viciously at another piece of chicken. "With everything. I mean everything." Frustrated about everything. That explained everything and nothing at the same time. Remus was silent for a moment while he chewed. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked after he swallowed, having no real idea of how to help when he didn't really understand what was going on. Sirius was still frowning, wondering how was best to say what was on his mind. It'd help if he could explain it to himself to begin with. "I don't know what to do. I feel abso-fucking-lutely useless. All the time." Remus could certainly relate to that, especially after reading about what kept happening to people's families and that they were unable to do anything. "You mean about what's been going on lately?" he asked, trying to think of something they could do. His natural instinct was to try to solve the problem, but it was difficult when the problem was so large! "Obviously," Sirius replied dryly, finally taking pity on the chicken he'd been stabbing and taking another bite. "I try to speak out - bad things happen. I try to stay out of it - bad things happen. I try to help - bad things happen. I feel like I'm just hitting a bloody wall with everything." "Well, there's always the maps we're making. It's not much but at least we're doing something to help," Remus said, for lack of anything more constructive to say. "No one else seems to be able to do much either. The Death Eaters seem to be picking off our families one by one." For a moment Remus wondered how he would feel if they ever targeted his father. He didn't think he would care all that much.
What: Sirius vents about everything and nothing.
Where: Sirius' new flat
When: Noon, 14 September, after this entry
Rating: PG
Status: In progress
By the time noon rolled around, Remus had made his way out to the living room. It was slow going, but Remus was grateful that he was still able to walk. The silver that had bound his wrists and ankles had severely weakened his joints but through hard work he had managed to build up his strength enough to walk and write again. After reading about what was going on in the world, Remus was glad he had an excuse to hide away in Sirius' flat, though he did feel guilty too. Settling himself on the couch, he used his wand to turn on the tv and mindlessly flicked through the channels as he wondered what was going on with Sirius. He had no idea, but it was obvious Sirius was upset about something. Remus was just grateful that Dorcas wasn't coming over. The last time she had, he'd hidden away in his room, claiming that he needed rest. He just couldn't shake his dislike of her.