Peace? I Hate the Word... Date: June 25, 2000, Evening Characters: Remus Lupin and Harry Evans Location: Lupin-Black row house Public/Private: Private Summary: Remus finally schools Harry Status: Incomplete
Remus had been putting off having an actual lesson with Harry far too long. He'd just kept putting it off. There were a lot of very complex reasons why, but Remus had finally managed to shelve all that. He was the leader of the faction, and his (not-exactly) family constituted a strong percent of who was in the faction. He just had to get over his hang-ups on the matter. He'd picked today because the full moon was tomorrow. That may seem backwards to most, but it meant he was less likely to be tempted to go easy on Harry, or be too nice. Besides, he was always full of nervous energy at this time of the month, and it would be good to have an outlet for it.
Remus waited for Harry, dressed fairly normally, considering he planned to do no small amount of physical training, and he'd given Harry no specific instructions on what to wear. Because you didn't wear sweats or sports wear on a mission. Well, at least no one he knew did. He was wearing what he wore for most missions, drab olive cargo pants, well worn, a black undershirt, which was currently under a button down work shirt with the sleeves rolled up to above his elbows. Normally he wore boots, but right now he was barefoot. He'd let Harry have the advantage in that department. He paced a bit, as he waited for the boy to arrive.