Remus J. Lupin (![]() ![]() @ 2011-09-09 10:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny weasley, remus lupin |
WHO: Remus Lupin and Ginny Weasley! (and OTA if anyone wants to jump in)
WHAT: Remus arrives!
WHEN: Mid-morning.
WHERE: The apartment complex parking lot.
RATING: PG.
Remus probably should have been more worried about where he was. One moment, he had been walking home from the bookstore, opting to take the longer route instead of simply just apparating straight back to the cottage, and the next he was standing in the middle of a parking lot that he definitely did not recognize. He should have been more concerned by this, and really, he was. He was just distracted at the moment by the sudden overwhelming sensation of vertigo.
It was similar to the sensation of using a Portkey, he decided. Similar, but not quite the same. He had been standing in the parking lot in utter confusion for several long seconds before the sensation happened. Instead of the tug at the naval that the little magical object usually incited, it was as if someone had reached inside of him and squeezed its paws around his heart and gave a great tug. The breath was yanked out of him.
Remus fell to his knees and promptly got sick all over the pavement in front of him. His arms were shaking with the effort to keep him up on all fours, and he forced his eyes shut to try to get the world to stop spinning.
What the bloody hell was that? he thought to himself.
Whatever that strange sense of dizziness had been, it was slowly starting to dissipate now back into a slow hum. He raised his head, opening his eyes as he did so to try to get a grip of where he was at the moment. A trembling hand reached back into his pocket and pulled out his wand. It certainly looked like he was in a Muggle neighborhood, but that - whatever that had been - was caused by no Muggle. That feeling - he had never felt it before. But it seemed familiar, like he should have known what had just made him so sick. There was only one thing that he could think of that affected him that badly, though, and that was--
His eyes widened.
He could feel it now. The moon. It was tugging and pulling at him, taunting him in a way that nobody except others in his condition could understand. His head snapped up toward the sky, but it was daytime and there was no moon in sight. But he could feel it. He could feel the goddamn thing. The full moon wasn't supposed to be for another two weeks. He knew this; he had memorized it at the beginning of the month, even before then, just a natural reaction so that he always knew - always - without question when the next moon would rise. But right here, right now, he could feel it pulling at him as if it would be full within the next few days. Maybe even tomorrow.
Somehow, someway - the moon cycle had changed up on him. Well, at least that explained why he had gotten sick so suddenly. His hand tightened on his wand defensively. But why? How?
And another good question - Where was he?