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r. lupin (tufty) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-25 12:38:00

Entry tags:

!log, gwen cooper, remus lupin

the morning after
Who: Remus Lupin + Gwen Cooper + Baby Anwen
When: Morning of 1964 July 25
Where: A diner near the Center
What: Awake and hungry (and embarrassed; sorry, Millie), Remus goes on to live like a normal human.
Rating/status: ~PG/finished.

Remus awoke with a great hunger.

It came with a most disgusting groan from the depths of his stomach and he moaned when he dragged his right hand over to it, shaking as he placed it flat on his cold skin. When he felt his tummy move with his breath, he opened his dreary eyes and found the shadowed foot of his bed just half a hand away from his nose. Where had the wolf taken him?

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Then moving his palm to the surface of the floor he grunted and pushed himself up, sending the back of his head straight to the metallic frame of his bed so that he yelped and plummeted back to the floor. “Ow, god damn it!”

He spent the next sixteen minutes attached to the floor with his head against the edge of his mattress and at the seventeenth minute he finally pulled himself up, having regained strength to be human again. Stars exploded in his eyes the moment he was on his feet and though he paused to rest them, he stumbled the first few steps he took towards the washroom.

To count, he had eleven lacerations; four were on his left arm, three on his side, the rest on his right forearm. He also had a couple of bite marks that hurt more than the scratches themselves but they were to be expected. Checking his face, he noted that save for a graze he must have acquired for when he fought with his dresser, there was no other outstanding injury. And that was the best news of the day.

He washed up after applying Dittany to his wounds and dressed in a long summer polo top and a pair of brown slacks and his shoes. By then, he was already feeling much better although that didn’t mean much to his stomach. Wand at hand as soon as he was dressed, he began repairing the numerous objects he had damaged during his onslaught and those he couldn’t he simply...decided to position artfully until he could actually fix it.

Remus left his room vowing to do something about it and when he thought that he was finally about to leave last night’s mess behind, Millie’s note on his door would catch his eyes and he would read it with wide ones. He made an unhappy noise of sorts; his charms hadn’t been as effective as he’d hoped they would be. Three-thousand miles and 17 years away, he still needed his friends to clean up after him. On top of that, he was now being asked for a list of items...he couldn’t repair properly (this is how he read it). He wanted to wince at the thought of it. The prospect of chicken soup, however, had only let out an embarrassing noise from his stomach and he found himself in wanting. He couldn’t wait for an hour, though, so he decided that he would go out for breakfast and come back for soup.

On his way out of the Center, he made straight for Millie, depositing a list of the lost items (he decided to give into it), all the while looking at his feet like a schoolboy in detention; he was embarrassed for what he’d done and what she knew. He was moving so fast that he didn’t quite march out of the building, he more like swooped away from it. Interactions, after all, unless it came from his friends, were not anything he enjoyed after a full moon’s night. Outside the Center, he made straight for a diner place (the one thing that excited him about being in America) two corners away and occupied the first seat he could find; he was ravenous. He ordered for a plate of “chips” (“...you mean fries, Sir?” the cute waitress confirmed with him.), a sausage skillet and a cup of coffee, a luxurious meal for him but after having gone on days without proper food, he felt that this was only right. Whether he could afford it or not, he didn’t know, but the money he got for selling off a magically duplicated gold galleon coin, he felt, was more money than he had ever gotten in his entire life. It was illegal, he knew, but he didn’t know how to remove the protective charm on it and hadn’t quite found an American goblin bank yet and Selina’s five dollars only lasted him for so long. The gold seemed real, anyway...if not...a cheap fake...

Still, it only meant one thing: he needed a job. But when didn’t he? And other than a job, he needed a house before the next full moon. His own Shrieking Shack, so to say. Where he was going to find one, he didn’t know.

Remus sighed as he carried his head with his right on his face. Then when the cute waitress returned, he shot up and found her standing beside him with his plate of...fries, cup of coffee, and the morning newspaper.

“Is everything okay, Sir? Should I call an ambulance?”

“No, there is no need,” Remus said to her as she placed his orders on the tabletop as well as the newspapers. “Thank you.” He could barely wait for her to go away when he captured four strips from the plate and sent them straight into his mouth. It was hot enough to set his tongue on fire but he yearned for it. Still, he washed it down with a sip of coffee, ate another three strips before he finally tore open his newspaper.

And for a moment there, he was tempted to shake it until he remembered that he wasn’t reading the Daily Prophet and Muggle newspapers didn’t move. Remus groaned inwardly. This whole living like an American New Yorker Muggle is not going to be easy, he realized for the fifth time...

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welshcurves
2011-08-01 03:45 am UTC (link)

"Gotcha," Gwen replied as he finished. They sounded a bit like every other gang Gwen had ever heard of, at least when it came to gangs bent on world domination. "If they're wizards, I'm assuming they're not invulnerable to physical attack. I mean, if I had to I could shoot to kill, right?"

It was a difficult question to ask, but it was necessary. This was the sort of thing she needed to know if people were going to be able to defend themselves. "It doesn't matter if they have magic that can stop the bullets or whatever. I just need to know if someone without magic could stand a chance of killing them or if there's something special about them that makes them impervious to physical attack."

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tufty
2011-08-01 04:51 am UTC (link)

"All assumptions aside, yes," Remus said nodding. "As far as I know, physical injury can take them down. It isn't very complicated either, if you just know how to move fast or how to fool them." He took two bites from his skillet.

"Every one of them is a powerful wizard, and they are not ashamed to flaunt it. There is one particular curse that...I'd say they are known to use with abundance." Remus sipped his coffee. "We call it the Killing Curse, and not many non-wizards know of it. The incantation is Avada Kedavra. A flick of a wand, a flash of green, and all that is left is a corpse. It cannot be stopped. So the best chance to incapacitate a Death Eater is to do so before they can cast the curse."

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welshcurves
2011-08-02 01:55 pm UTC (link)

Gwen was quickly writing the information Remus was giving her, a worried expression on her face. "There's nothing anyone can do to avoid this Killing Curse thing?" she asked. She couldn't help but wonder if it would work on Jack. Sure, it might kill him, but he'd resurrect wouldn't he? And if he did and they weren't expecting it, at least they'd have the element of surprise on their side.

"Does hiding behind something help? Can you move out if its path?" She needed to know, mostly, if it could skip around Jack to hit someone else or if hiding behind an inanimate object was an option. If not, it was a rather terrifying prospect. How could you fight someone who could kill you with a thought and a wave of a wand?

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tufty
2011-08-02 02:10 pm UTC (link)

Remus took a moment to think of his response. "If you hide behind something...then of course, the spell won't hit you. But as for running away from it..." he shook his head, "I had never seen anyone even so much as attempt to do it." He'd say it was worth a try but really, what a foolish answer that was.

"Perhaps this won't happen anytime soon, anyhow," Remus attached almost quickly as he polished his skillet and drained his cup of coffee, the bitterness of the last drops making him crumple his face tight. "At least I do not think there is enough Death Eaters here yet for them to attempt to expose themselves." And he would be there to stop them before it even happened, he had sworn.

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welshcurves
2011-08-03 02:34 pm UTC (link)

Gwen finished off her coffee and nodded to show Remus she was listening. "There's no harm in being prepared, yeah?" she said. As she finished up her notes she flipped the page in the notebook and jotted down a phone number labelled "Torchwood", ripped out the page and handed it to Remus. "If you do see any of these Death Eaters call that number and let us know. Or anything else potentially dangerous, either. I know it might seem foolish, a lady with a baby in a diner acting like she can help keep people safe, but trust me." She took her last bite of toast and pushed the plate away chewing thoroughly before continuing. "If you need any help with anything just give us a call. We'll be there as soon as possible."

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tufty
2011-08-03 03:13 pm UTC (link)

Remus was amused. People kept giving him numbers but he had no idea what to use them for. He understood that Muggles used the details to contact someone but he wondered if Gwen might have a fireplace in her residence and if he might be able to find a Floo powder somewhere...

He accepted the paper, anyway, and folded it neatly to keep in his pocket. "I trust you, Gwen," he said to her as he looked up to face her. "And it's not foolish at all I think, a lady with a baby acting like she can save people. If anything, I really think you can do it." This coming from his experience with his best lady friend, who herself was a new mother. And anyway, Gwen seemed like she knew what she was doing.

"Thank you for this," he said with a gesture at the note. "I will contact you as soon as I spot something."

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welshcurves
2011-08-04 01:11 pm UTC (link)

With all of her experience with alien cultures, it had never occurred to Gwen a telephone number could be as foreign to someone from another universe as magic was to her.

"Thank you," she said with a grin. "Listen, Severus, it was lovely chatting with you, but if I don't get back to the laundry my husband is going to send out a search party for me." She glanced over at the sleeping Anwen, just barely stopping herself from reaching to stroke her cheek. She didn't want to wake her up when she was sleeping soundly, though.

"I hope you won't think Anwen and I are terribly rude if we head off, now."

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	tufty 2011-08-04 01:26 pm UTC (link)
	"Not at all," said Remus with a shake of his head. In fact, he ought to be heading off himself. Millie must be waiting with his soup and he'd hate to be rude to such a kind offer. "Take care of yourself and Anwen, Gwen. I hope we see each other again someday." He stayed in his seat. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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