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.