How did you survive all those fires and floods? Saturday, July 21 :: Afternoon
Not too long ago Tonks wanted more than anything to get into this room. She wasn't a stickler for order or anything, but the state of Wilson's office went past a bit mussed into an outright detriment to anything they wanted to do.
He'd even had charms put on so the paper-airplane memos she sent never made it to him; they flew off to who knew where.
Nothing to keep her out of the supervisor's office now, though.
Tonks had made a couple of borderline-insubordinate comments this morning when Kingsley, who'd come up from London himself to direct the aftermath of last night's debacle, had suggested she go home and get some sleep after the initial interview were over.
Letting the days go by Let the water hold me down Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Saturday, June 30 • Early evening
Remus stood still on the bare sod that yet surrounded cottege, eyes closed. Apparating from London after taking a dosage of Wolfsbane required a moment's recovery.
When his head ceased swimming quite so much, he swallowed again to attempt to clear the taste from his mouth and moved to the door, his shoes making soft marks in the lane where a proper walk would soon be.
This would be his hiding place tonight, if not his home yet. No more Shrieking Shack, and no more Snape — although to be honest not having the Potions Master available to check over the other Apothecary's work on the new version of Wolfsbane was a bit worrying. ( Collapse )
Some times there are sacrifices to be made. Wednesday, June 13th ~*~ Afternoon
Daphne said her goodbyes to Anne Perks, and stepped away from the woman's hospital bed.
After hearing what had happened on Monday, she'd wanted to visit the two people that had gotten hurt. Guilt had eaten at her for the last few days even though she hadn't had any part in what had happened when Bellatrix died, but that didn't stop her from wanting to see for herself that Anne and Snape would eventually be alright.
Dealing with her guilt over Bellatrix's death would take much more, she knew.
She stopped to lean against her husband for a moment, seeking a bit of comfort and strength, before moving on to find Snape.
Covered in bandages and looking even paler than normal, he was propped up against some pillows in his bed, arguing with his Healer. That, more than anything else could have, served to reassure her.
I'm tired of good-byes and burials Friends I have known Some I just met Standing around It's hard to forget - now isn't it? Sunday, May 20 • Morning
He'd swung by Glen Hollow yesterday, before going out to work on the cottage, but by the time Remus had finally managed to leave his bed — for some reason, his wife had wanted him to stick around, and he'd been more than willing to oblige — Harry and Daphne were already off for the day.
Harry had owled back in response to the note Remus had left that they'd be at home on Sunday, and so Remus tried again.
A great marriage is not when the 'perfect couple' comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences. ~ Dave Meurer
Sunday, May 6th ~ Late Morning
Since Izabel and Remus were at Glen Hollow and appeared to be disinclined to 'socialize', Harry hadn't done any work in his shop. Izabel was wearing the engagement ring again and the last thing he wanted to do was face a grumpy Remus when the noise filtered up to his suite.
Wouldn't want to disturb them while they're making up for lost time - so to speak, Harry decided with a chuckle. Wondering if Daphne was up and about yet he headed up the stairs to check.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older. - Abraham Sutzkever Saturday, May 5th ~ Afternoon
Roger grabbed a bottle of ale and set the broom he had just dismounted carefully aside. Looking around he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Some friends, a picnic, a few rounds of Quidditch, and a cold ale to drink - there was no better way to celebrate your birthday in his opinion.
And the best was yet to come.
Roger made his way over to Vera, thinking of the surprise he had enlisted the house elves help in setting up back in his quarters. Roger couldn't stop smiling as he plopped down next to his - hopefully - future wife and gave her a kiss.
Before he'd popped down to Glen Hollow after his final afternoon class to pick up a very necessary component to tonight's plans, Lupin had asked one of the house-elves to tidy his quarters for a private dinner for himself and Professor Sinistra.
In retrospect, the need to repeat himself that while yes, it was a special occasion but no, it wasn't a secret from Izabel and the elf didn't need to worry about that should have tipped Remus off; he returned to a set of rooms transformed.
Instead of the comfortable mix of old books and scrolls, occasional DADA object and, a recent addition, samples of paint colors and cottage plans — his quarters could now be photographed for Witch Weekly.
Remus whistled lowly and inspected the table that had been set up in the main room. Impeccable white tablecloth he was nearly afraid to touch, sparkling tableware, crystal candlesticks he didn't remember having seen in the castle's collection before, but then who knew with house-elves.
He walked into the bedroom, and his amazement turned into laughter; there were even mints on the pillows. The elves had apparently done their able best to change his humble quarters into a high-end hotel suite.
It was more than Remus had requested, but he knew better than to argue with the results.
I ... takes over slowly But doesn't last very long I ... no need to worry Evr'ything's under control Wednesday, May 2 :: Evening
Wisps of steam rose from the goblet containing the altered wolfsbane.
"Assuming the minor vomiting problem is taken care of without harming the potion's effectiveness ... there's one full moon after this one before end of term. I think to be safe, that should be spent here as well, even if tonight goes as expected. One last hurrah."
Remus tilted the cup toward Snape in acknowledgement and began to drink.
Over the summer there was the cottage to stay at, and there were few places in the British Isles quite so secure to keep a werewolf. By the time fall term rolled around, if things went well, if there were no setbacks, if he was completely sure of being back to normal ... perhaps the cage at Hogwarts could be used again.
Privately, Remus doubted he'd ever feel that secure. Full moons from now on would mean the cottage. It was close enough, and it was remote.
"And you'll not have to brew this potion for me again, Merlin willing."