Who: Remus and Abby (Sam's unconscious body, open to others who could use a rescue) Where: The staircase between the first and second floor What: Let's save Sam! When: Post-storm, no one really knows what time it is anymore, do they? Rating: PG to maaaybe a PG-13 for gore and violence and language and...stuff Minimum: Whatever you want, peoples Status: Unfinished
Remus had meant it when he'd told Hermione he'd dealt with worse. Most full moons left him in worse condition than he was in at the moment. The shattered glass in the hall he'd found himself in had left several tiny cuts and he'd taken a rather large bruise in the arm when a piece of debris had hit him trying to get to Tonks, but for the most part? He was in okay shape. Which was more than he could say for some of the manor's other residents.
Once he'd retrieved Dora from her closet hideaway, he made good on his promise to help others. Sure, he'd never been a Healer or an Auror, but he was pretty good with a spell when needed and it was, after all, his nature to help those in need. It was just what he did. There was no way he was going to stay sheltered away when someone needed help.
It helped that, despite not knowing the girl, he did know who he was looking for. Slim, petite but quite strong, and long blonde hair. In other words, someone who looked a lot like his girlfriend. No, that wasn't weird at all. Except for the part where it was.
He figured if Hermione had already announced in the journal that she (and Teddy, though he was trying not to think about that just yet) had reinforced the building with magic, that all secrecy codes were out the window. So Remus kept his wand lifted, a lumos spell lighting the tip enough that he could see several feet in front of him at a time. It would also help to have it if he needed to slow down a falling object or try any quick first aid fixes.
The girl wasn't hard to spot. It was exactly as Hermione had said. If she'd looked any more like Nymphadora Tonks, they could have been twins. If Tonks just went blonde and grew her hair out one day, they could have been twins. Nope. Not weird at all. "Sorry," he called out to her, impressed with how she seemed to be charging into the situation despite the fact that nothing around them was safe. "Are you Abby?" Well, of course she was. But she didn't know that he was in love with a nearly identical version of her, now did she?