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maninthemoony (maninthemoony) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-07-27 18:56:00

Who: Remus Lupin and Wayne Hopkins
What: Scene Lotto! "Record shops are supposed to have better selections, aren't they?"
When: July 27th, late afternoon
Where: Camden Town.
Rating/Warnings: PG
Status: Incomplete/Closed

Remus was very good at blending into the Muggle world. He'd managed it for years at a time and had even held jobs at Muggle establishments. So, it wasn't out of character for him to spend a day wandering through the Muggle districts of London, exploring new shops when he had a bit of pocket money, or just visiting the rather magnificent museums (the Victoria and Albert was by far his favorite). With Gabriel at his grandmother's house for the day, he had the afternoon to explore and had settled on a visit to Camden to check out a few record shops he'd heard had some rare vinyl.

Jazz and blues were his tunes of choice; a bit odd for a Londoner raised in the heyday of pop and rock, but his father spent time in the States and brought back a stack of records from his time in New Orleans. Remus inherited the collection and continued to add to it, the rows of records taking up an entire bookcase in the den of the home he shared with Tonks.

There was something both manic and yet organized in jazz that he found comforting. Even when it seemed loose and improvised, there was some order and thought to it. There'd been many moons after the loss of Lily, James, Peter, and Sirius when he'd lie in bed the day after, listening to records on repeat for hours. Bill Evans, Herbie Hancock, the Pat Metheny Group...they'd been his steadfast companions.

Today, he was looking for a record by John Coltrane that he still didn't own, despite it's release dating decades earlier. Now, it was getting hard to find in good condition and he was hoping one of Camden's obscure little stores had it tucked away.

He picked a small one at the end of a busy street and smiled to see a small symbol in the corner of the window that indicated they had a stock of Wizarding merchandise they'd show if asked. Ducking inside, he looked around the cluttered floor for a sign indicating the 'Jazz' section but didn't see anything. Someone was on the other side of the store and he cleared his throat softly.

"Um, hello?" he called. "Do you work here?"

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rockstar_badger
2010-07-28 12:27 am UTC (link)

Wayne hadn't even turned around when he heard the clank of the cowbell that hung over the door. He reckoned that if the person who'd wandered in from the warmth of outside wanted to make a purchase, he'd make his way to the till eventually; otherwise, Wayne would gladly thank him for stopping in as he left. Black Circle got a number of browsers, but rarely any buyers. It was the way of things.

He had been perusing the blue-eyed soul section of the store's stock, looking for a little something to listen to, when he heard the question from behind him.

"Yes sir," he said as he turned. "What can I--"

He stopped dead, staring and gaping at his old professor. He found himself gasping for words, managing to barely eke out a hushed "Holy shit."

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maninthemoony
2010-07-28 03:47 am UTC (link)

It took Remus a few seconds to place the face and process the look of shock on the young man's face. Finally, the memory fell into place and Remus smiled widely.

"Mr. Hopkins," he said cheerfully. "It's been quite some years. I didn't expect to run into you here!"

He had vague memories of the boy in his Defense class. He tried to pay equal attention to all the students, but there were naturally those who stood out in his mind. Wayne, unfortunately, wasn't one of those few, but Remus had a recollection of him being bright and kind.

"You'll have to tell me what you know about jazz," he told Wayne. "I'm looking for an old album by Coltrane."

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rockstar_badger
2010-07-29 02:01 am UTC (link)

Wayne blinked blankly. There he was. Professor Lupin. His old DADA teacher. Werewolf, so they said, but... That didn't matter. Quite honestly, and especially compared who came along later, He was the best DADA teacher Wayne had at Hogwarts.

He shook himself out of his stupor and let a slight smile cross his face. "Coltrane... Yeah, of course, John Coltrane. We don't have much, unfortunately." He moved over towards a rack near the staff room door, with a photo of Miles Davis over it. "The boss isn't much of a jazz fan, so he doesn't get much in."

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maninthemoony
2010-07-29 12:27 pm UTC (link)

A brief second of worry crossed Remus' face as the boy stuttered. Of course. Werewolf. Who knew if this kid even wanted him in the shop? But then moments later, Wayne was smiling and showing him the way to a rack of records. Remus relaxed for the time being.

"What is it with record shops?" Remus said teasingly. "Aren't they supposed to have better selections?"

He thumbed through the stack quickly, nodding at a few titles.

"More people should appreciate jazz," he said, plucking out a record and slipping it from the sleeve to check its condition. "Do you know this one?"

It was Bill Evans' album 'On Green Dolphin Street'.

"This is a neat one because he recorded it in the 50s but they didn't release it until the 70s."

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