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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 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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