|r. lupin (tufty) wrote in silverage,|
@ 2011-09-10 10:57:00
|Entry tags:||!log, lily evans, remus lupin|
Who: Remus Lupin + Lily Evans
When: Friday night or weekend night, whichever
Where: A small restaurant where the quality of the food depends on the number of diners
What: Remus has asked Lily out on a "date". Of course it's not a date date but that's what he calls it.
There was no wine or chocolates or flowers to be found on Lily's supposed place in the table -- just a plate, an empty glass, some polished cutlery and a napkin on top of the plate, clumsily folded. No one said Remus knew how to fold napkins without a wand, after all.
That day, before he went to work, he left in Lily's room a book from the library about the Salem witches and their trials and a note of where she could find him that night at 7:00PM -- a small restaurant smack dab in the middle of the city with a menu riddled with all-time American cuisine. That left him an hour to get ready, smell good and all that, and he spent his hour wisely by coming down to Prospect Park and spending some time with "his" owl, Godric, who he thought was starting to grow rather fond of him. All those rats and insects were paying off, thank Merlin.
Now, at 6:54 PM, Remus had just successfully slipped his wand inside his over-sized pocket and was stroking the frayed edges of his leather strap with the wand-catch, that one he likes to wear around his right elbow and attach his wand, too. The part of the catch had finally started to become loose and Remus loathed throwing it away. It was his most comfortable wand-strap and on top of that, it was his only one. He rather doubted Muggle New York would have anything just as good to offer him.
Sighing through his nostril, he flicked his gray-streaked hair off his shoulder -- and then was reminded that he should probably consider getting his hair cut before the weekend ended.