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r. lupin (tufty) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-12 21:45:00

Entry tags:

!log, neville longbottom, remus lupin

the celebrant
Who: Remus Lupin + Neville Longbottom + Anyone!
When: Morning, after this.
Where: A small wine shop.
What: Alcohol! Who doesn't like alcohol!
Rating/status: ~G?/ongoing.

Snow? What snow? There was no snow!!

No, actually, there was snow and there was a lot of them and Remus barely got to sleep, not after his nose bridge pretty much froze over the surprise winter. That was not enough to contain Remus within a dry and warm place, however, and the moment he swished his scarf around him (a proud one of maroon and gold), he had hopped out into the city and sloshed his way through the thick, un-white snow. Disgusting but what the hell.

He took one, two steps, breathing heavily as he trudged before a thicker patch of snow caught his foot and brought him down for a face-ful of snow -- but he was laughing. He was still laughing as he pushed himself up and extricated himself from the snow. It was difficult, but happiness dissolved all hardships.

His fingers were blue and his lips were almost shadeless but a shy blush decorated his cheeks as he fought on against the freak snow. Up ahead was a small wine shop that had managed to stay open in spite of the inane summer winter but it only made sense that it should. Alcohol, after all, made the body warmer. The thought of it alone reminded him of the taste of butter beer or the warm caress of firewhiskey as it slid down the throat and he found himself longing for them. How he wished Muggles knew about these wizard delights!

Remus' gloved hand fell against the misted glass of the door and he pushed it forward, smiling as he chased his breath. Snow was on the crown of his head and his shoulders but he ignored them as he stumbled towards the old shopkeeper across him, bumping into someone and apologizing quietly along the way, before he landed against the wooden counter polished to a mirror.

"Sir," he began breathlessly, suddenly feeling warm all over, "what is a good bottle for celebration? No, maybe make that two bottles!"

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tufty
2011-08-13 05:37 am UTC (link)

What?!

Remus swore at this point in time that there was something so wrong with the world, what with everyone telling him things he didn't know! First, there was Sirius delivering the bad news and now here was Neville practically hugging him like an old friend and saying that...what?!

They parted with Remus forcing him back a little, his hands gripping Neville's arms if that was going to make him keep his distance and the look on his face was so indescribable, it might have looked like he was suffering an upset stomach at that moment.

But he couldn't help it! He was fighting between being...kind to him, or not kind, or happy or not happy but he was also intrigued and confused-- "I'm sorry?" he finally said after a while, forehead and cheeks crumpled and all...

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profplant
2011-08-13 06:10 am UTC (link)

He looked at Remus's face, filled with confusion, and realized his mistake. "Lupin, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" He mentally berated himself. First Lily, then Ginny- at least with her he couldn't reveal the future. "You're Remus Lupin. You're," he lowered his voice to a whisper and looked about, ducking a little to make sure he wasn't overheard "a werewolf." He lifted his head, smiling apologetically, before continuing in a normal voice. "And in my third year, you were my professor. You're why I decided to go into teaching, you know. Because you were the first one who ever encouraged me." He took another drink, and held out the bottle.

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I knew you were in town, I just didn't realize you were so young. First War, right? Voldemort just coming into power, everything's crazy and you obviously don't know who to trust. Well. You can trust me. Will, in the future, any way. Don't know each other that well. Probably not well enough to hug, only I couldn't help it. I grew up with my Gran, with my parent's locked in a ward, only seeing them on holidays. For Christmases my mum gave me gum wrappers, and it was the only sign we had that she even knew who I was. Now, of course, she's doing a bit better- still. I went to Hogwarts, Gryffindor House with Harry Potter. He's one of my best mates, Harry. You- you taught us our third year. Taught Harry to cast his first Patronus, which he taught all of us a few years later. We fought together, you and me and Harry and the Order."

He was drunk. Drunker than he'd meant to be, anyway, talking and talking and not caring what came out of his mouth- just wanted to tell someone everything, anyone who would listen.

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tufty
2011-08-13 08:20 am UTC (link)

With his hands still on Neville's arms, it was easy to seize him and grip him harder when he whispered that Remus was a werewolf. He sucked his breath, his jaw was clenched tight as he stared hotly at the older man...but then he realized what he was doing so he loosened his hands and retrieved them, feeling ashamed. "I apologise," he whispered quietly. That was not a very nice thing he did.

It was enough to keep him quiet. Remus refused the bottle that was offered to him with a lift of his hand, preferring to stay sober and sharp to listen to Neville's version of history -- and it was a sad one. He and the Order had always known that he would grow up under Augusta Longbottom, and as a consolation, they simply decided that she was at least going to raise him to be the next battle-axe, even making jokes of him taking after his grandmother. But the part with Alice...no, they never found a consolation for what happened to Frank and Alice. "Alice had always been rather fond of Honeydukes'..." he said quietly, instead, if that was going to make Neville feel better...if he was feeling sad.

He did his best not to question Neville's story right off the bat, either. According to it, he eventually landed a job at Hogwarts...that was nice, and he wished it was true. A part of Remus was relieved that he managed to stay fed and clothed until that time came although he figured Sirius would probably have a hand in it...seeing as Lily and James...and if they had...

...but that wasn't the best news that Neville had told him and when he heard it, it made Remus smile and he lost a couple of months from his age. "So Harry lived to be a Gryffindor!" He laughed a little, a quick happy laugh, as he thought of how James was during his first year. "How good! James would-- b, be so proud!" because it hurt to say that he "would have been so proud", "A Gryffindor just like his parents and his godfather..." Petunia Evans probably didn't do a very bad job raising a wizard boy, after all...

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