WHO: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black WHAT: Half of the Marauders are reunited WHERE: Wandering the town WHEN: Night time RATING: Rated F for FEELS
Curious. Curious, curious, curious. Had he not been as level headed as he was, Remus might have flipped out. Then again, after seeing all the things he'd seen and experienced as much madness and trauma Remus had endured, finding himself lost was the least of his concerns. In all honesty, it could've been his own fault. Remus was usually pretty spot on with directions but it wouldn't have shocked him in the least if he'd taken a different path in the forest and come upon a town he didn't recognize as a result. After all, the full moon had been the night before, and it usually took a couple of days for Remus to really regain all coherency back. That being said, the full hadn't been so hard on him this time. Wolfsbain potion was a life altering invention but so difficult to come by. Remus had worked hard, incredibly hard, saved his money and managed to purchase enough for a few months. Well. He had enough for one more month. Then it'd be back to tearing himself up at night. Moony no longer had his pack to run with, and didn't understand why. But Remus knew. He wished he didn't. He wished he could remain oblivious instead of knowing the truth. Two of his pack members were dead. Allegedly murdered by the third. None of that made sense to Remus, and he'd tried as long as he could to fight it, to deny and adamantly argue with anyone and everyone he could about it. No results. All he got out of it was a life of solitude.
Something seemed off about it all. As he came upon the town, Remus turned and looked behind him. Nothing looked the way he thought it would, and it definitely didn't feel right. Perhaps he should've waited until morning to take a walk, but he'd been asleep since the full moon and felt a little stir crazy. Look where that's taken you... He thought, with a slight roll of his eyes. It didn't matter, he supposed, but he did need to try to gather his wits about him and figure out where he was and what was going on. He curled his fingers around the strap of his worn, tattered shoulder bag and began to walk through the town. He came upon a table that had some device on it that he didn't recognize. He picked it up, looked at it, then looked around. "What...?" He didn't even know how to finish the question that died on his tongue before he had the chance to voice it. He set the device down and pulled his wand from his bag, lit the tip of it wordlessly, and looked around to try to get some semblance of his bearings.