r. lupin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tufty) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
When the realization hit him, Remus finally allowed himself to breathe, although he didn't quite drop his wand yet. This woman wasn't a Death Eater...what a fool he was to have accused her!
She hardly needed to worry about being a werewolf, though, he thought -- but that was besides the point. "I, I'm sorry," he said a little distractedly.
But then she leaped higher. Oh crap.
"W, wait, truly I am!" he called out to her more urgently, wand still illuminating his surroundings as he stepped closer to the woman...as close as he could at such a distance. He pulled himself together, lifting his light a little higher. "I am sorry for the trouble I caused you but...I am in a bit of one myself. Please, if you can hear me out..."
Except Remus didn't know what he could say to her. He accused her wrongly and hurt her and he was lost and it's late. He formulated a couple of broken sentences in his head, flicking his tongue over his lips, turning his wand a little by his thumb and he winced when his cheek reminded him that it hurt like a mother, his left hand hovering to it. Face crumpled, he decided to move his wand towards his abandoned suitcase for the meantime. "Accio suitcase." Just so he could do something with his hands. His belongings flew to him and he caught it smoothly by his left hand and set it aside again.
Enough, he had to talk to the woman. "I know there is no excuse to what I'd done to you," he said to her to begin, "and this might surprise you, but I've actually lost my way. And...since you seem familiar with my trouble, perhaps you can help me out a little?" His gaze flickered quickly to the direction he'd just come from. What was happening to that Death Eater now? "I wish I could put down my wand for you but I'm afraid it is a little necessary for me to have it out. No more fireworks, though!" But that wasn't a promise.