Remus Lupin (nihowlist) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-11-04 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | evelyn mulciber, remus lupin |
WHO: Evelyn Mulciber & Remus Lupin
WHEN: Early morning, 5 November
WHERE: The hunter's cabin in the Highlands where Remus goes to transform
SUMMARY: Variables beyond Remus' thinking and a very clever Evelyn
WARNINGS: Violence against wolves
The old Hunter’s Cabin in the Scottish Highlands had probably been used by Alphard Black in some previous lifetime. But after it had passed to Sirius, and after it had passed out of time and mind, Remus realized it would be a fine retreat for the moon. Particularly with their baby -- and the fear that one day, the Wolfsbane potion would not work. So he locked himself away and let the moon do its work. Dawn always managed to come. And Remus Lupin always managed to open his eyes. The survivor. The moments after transformation were brutal. After one’s body has re-organized, turned upon itself, and re-framed again, the idea of self was neither a physical nor a mental manifestation that he could vocalize. It hadn’t been so for years. But as he came to himself, bathed in sweat, he focused his attention on the dying fire and rose from the door to stoke the glowing embers. Slowly rising further, he shrugged into a flannel shirt and a pair of trousers, and thus exhausted, set down hard on the padded old leather chair. Scouting a transforming werewolf in the Highlands was not the way Evelyn Mulciber would have chosen to spend a damp and chilled November night. Assured by the Snatchers she tracked down that this was the place, this was where they'd found the errant wolf, she waited. A Revelio spell showed one creature inside, alone, but Evelyn had no interest in the wolf. What she needed was the man who lived with it. The first glimmers of sunlight peered over the hills, and Evelyn set about taking down the last of the defenses on the building. The rest she brought down under the moonlight, but she wanted some small level of protection between herself and the creature. Except now he was just a man again, weary and alone. She opened the door silently and entered the cabin. Tea could come later. At home. He didn’t intend to stay long, knowing that Tonks would be waiting for him. And he hated making her worry. But dismantling those wards with precision, in congress with Remus’ weakened state, meant that he paid no mind to the pocketwatch which urgently thrummed against his ribcage. In fact, he did not turn until Evelyn cast a shadow over the fireplace mantel and with furrowed brow, he rose and went for his wand on the side table. Evelyn watched the movement and sent a harsh stinging spell at the hand that reached for the wand, then threw a chair across the room at the werewolf's head. Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to knock him senseless: she would need him awake, after all. The wand clattered to the floor. And raising his arms to protect his face and deflect the blow from the chair, the inconstant post-transformation balance was upset and he too clattered to the floor. Sprawled there, looking up at Evelyn with anger -- he would not let her see that he was terrified, that she could send him across that veil without ever having met his baby -- he steeled himself. And then he dove for her knees. It was a move Evelyn didn't expect, and she fell, hard, to the floor. What was seconds ago a calm if determined expression quickly melted into rage, disgust, pain. She blasted him across the room and forced her way to her feet (not as easy a motion as it used to be), taking a moment to recover from her fall. He came within a hair’s breadth of falling into the glowing embers of the fire. Instead, as he fell, his arm bent the wrong way behind his back and he cried out with pain. Rolling onto his back, cradling his arm against his chest, he fixed her with his gaze. There, he lay, his body too frail and too overcome, to move. He spoke, finally. His voice faltering. “Hello, Evelyn.” Evelyn sneered as she walked toward him. "'Mulciber' will do just fine. We're not friends, creature." She conjured bindings for Lupin's twisted limbs, grasped his shoulder, and disapparated them. |