InsaneJournal

WHO: Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks
WHAT: Tonks has invited Remus over for coffee.
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: Tonks's apartment.
RATING: PG-ish? Probably.

Remus didn't remember much about that first day after the full moon. He knew that he somehow managed to activate the pre-created Port-Key to bring him back to the Medical bay in Lawrence, Kansas where someone saw to making sure that he was cared for. He had vague memories of the clearing that morning, of putting the stuff away, and banishing the chains that he had used to keep him to the tree. He could remember there being blood, but that wasn't exactly a news worthy thing since there was always blood. When he finally awoke almost eighteen hours later, he couldn't have told anyone the day of the week, let alone the time, but he was pretty sure he had never been more grateful for Muggle medicine.

He hurt, it was true, but he was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for the IV drip that was steadily slipping some sort of liquid into his system, he would be hurting a lot more. He had only been conscious long enough for some pretty blond woman to encourage him to eat a little bit of some soup (he vaguely thought it might have been chicken broth) before he was out again. The next time he woke up, he managed to get a name out of the nurse - Jessica - and had started to further familiarize himself with this new world.

Before the moon, he had been so caught up in finding a place to stay and making sure that he wouldn't hurt anybody that he hadn't actually allowed himself to process the fact that he was in a different world. Now, with the moon behind him and the panic gone, he was faced with reality. Remus had to admit that he surprised himself with how well he was taking it. Maybe it was because he wasn't really leaving anything behind in the world he had been pulled from. Everyone he loved and knew was pretty much already dead. Sure, there were his Muggle neighbors who may or (more likely) may not notice his absence, but they were just acquaintances.

He wasn't happy to be here, not by any means, but he wasn't exactly... upset either.

Maybe that was why he had been so easily convinced to have tea with Black's cousin. He could only remember very vague glimpses of a young Nymphadora Tonks, and even then, he had to admit that he may be remembering the wrong little girl when he attempted to conjure up an image of her in his mind. A part of him really had to wonder where his sanity had gone to get him to agree to this meeting with someone that had, from what he remembered, been rather close to Sirius, the very man that had torn apart so many lives. But he refused to blame the witch for her cousin's actions, and if she said that they had become friends in the future, who was he to argue?

After reassuring the staff in the medical bay that he was fine and no worse than he was used to (both statements that he firmly believed to be true), he checked the phone that he had been given for the room number once again before aimlessly wandering the halls. His right wrist was braced, and he could feel the wrap around his left knee and the bandages along his thigh pulling uncomfortable underneath his pants. Scratches and fading bruises that he considered rather customary by now could be seen on his cheek, neck, arms. There was a slight limp to his walking. Despite dealing with injuries his entire life, he had never been much of a healer but he was very much used to dealing with lingering pain. So, though he had attempted to be persuaded to use a wheelchair, he had firmly said No, thank you and gone on his way.

Which led him to outside Nymphadora's door. He took a breath and lift his left hand to knock on the door three times.