InsaneJournal

Who: Div!Lily and Remus
What: Walking and talking
When: Monday night
Where: ...around
Warnings: Language, sad stuff.



Remus had located the pamphlet on this place and while he thought it was a little childish to have done it in crayon, he was finding it very useful. Everyone knew about the other worlds it seemed, and Remus didn't like not knowing. It was hard enough to be in the dark upon first arriving but now every time he spoke to someone new he had a ton of information to absorb. Most of that information took awhile to acquire, too. The pamphlet, however, presented it all to him in clear explanations that was simple and the way he liked to study things.

It was also helping to take his mind off of everything. At first he was just surprised, confused, maybe even a bit scared to have just appeared someplace entirely different with no real guesses as to what had happened. Then he started to understand, mostly with Lily's help, and a few others filled in some gaps. Then he had to process it all, learn to accept that he now had a new life to live, at least until he found his way back. That part was easier. Especially when Lily seemed to have already been through it - reassurance was key.

After that, though, Remus was left to think about what it truly meant. His home was gone. Dauntless might as well have never existed. His parents, unreachable. Everyone besides James and Lily, actually. Sure, there were other versions walking around, but the thought of anyone replacing anyone from his world was almost disgusting. No other Sirius could take the place of the Padfoot he lived with, nor the Peter just downstairs. They were his friends - how long would he go without seeing them?

It was enough to damper any liking for Christmas he may have had. While he had always been awkward when accepting gifts from others, the general spirit of Christmas was something he looked forward to. The snow was pretty, the music was upbeat, and everyone seemed to have more cheer in them. Now, though, he wanted nothing to do with Christmas and planned on skipping every damn event that was to be held. He was angry deep down, though he was doing well at hiding that below a layer of placated sadness. It was obvious in the way his shoulders sagged as he sat in a chair by himself, bent over the papers he went through again and again.