Remus J. Lupin (m00ny) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-04-25 10:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/04 april, hestia jones, remus lupin |
24 April 1980
Who: Remus Lupin and Hestia Jones
When: 24 April 1980
Where: Hestia's house, then a restaurant.
What: A date, of sorts, that is interrupted by the arrival of Dumbledore's patronus.
Rating: G most likely
Status: Complete
The conversation with Sirius and Lily in his journal had left Remus feeling rather out of sorts. While they had both made excellent points, Remus felt more inclined to go with Lily's, since she was generally smarter about these things than the rest of them, Remus included. The fact was, Remus had never actually been anything but friends with a woman, and who was he to judge something he hadn't even tried? Maybe he was like Sirius but didn't know it yet.
He had wanted to borrow some clothes from Sirius but hadn't dared to ask after their argument, so he dressed in the nicest clothes he owned and ran a brush through his hair. He hadn't quite decided where they would go for dinner but was leaning towards a Muggle place he frequented and therefore knew wasn't too expensive. That was if she was okay with going to a Muggle place, which he was sure she would be. But then fighting for the rights of Muggleborns in the wizarding world didn't automatically mean a love of Muggles and Muggle things.
Remus shook his head, telling himself sternly to stop over-thinking this. It was just a date. They were friends anyway, and this was just a chance to get to know each other better. It was nothing more than that. The trouble was, Remus felt an intense pressure about it. Not only to not hurt Hestia in the process of figuring out exactly what he wanted, but also to conform to what society as a whole expected of him, regardless of Sirius' opinion on that.
Apparating to the coordinates Hestia had given him, Remus appeared in what were apparently quite extensive grounds. He glanced around, his eyes widening slightly at the expanse of grass and trees, then focused on the house. It was a modest two-storey house that wasn't too intimidating. He had expected something grander, given the size of the grounds. Walking towards it, he nervously wiped his hands on his trousers, hoping that this would be okay and he wasn't about to make a huge mistake. Knocking sharply on the door, he waited for someone to answer.