Allusion (Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Andromeda (Black) Tonks, #2)
Title:Allusion
Author: ___armyofme
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Andromeda (Black) Tonks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #2 - news; letter
Discaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling and I have no connections to the Harry Potter franchise. I am merely a fan who likes to concoct stories concerning characters she likes.
“What’s this?” she asked almost coyly. Her hand fished out a wrinkled and slightly stained piece of parchment from the inner pocket of the trunk behind them.
Half-asleep, Remus shook his head. Blood rushed and rang in his ears. “Er...if it’s what I think it is, then I’m not sure I want you reading it.” She laughed, and their knees knocked together. Beneath them, the floor was stiff.
She unfolded it and smoothed out the creases on her thigh. The curtains of the window behind them were thin and beginning to unravel; light peeked through them and caused the parchment to nearly glow. Her eyes squinted at the messy handwriting as her thumb and forefinger gripped it delicately, as if she was an archaeologist on a dig.
“Dear Remus,” she read aloud, “We were awfully bored in History of Magic, so we collaborated and put together this brilliant satire. Note the abstract use of line. We hope you enjoy it; it’s our first, but we’re planning one of Wormtail and that Hufflepuff he’s infatuated with next week. Best of luck in your obsession. We’re quite glad we’re not mentally unstable (unlike you). Sincerely yours, Sirius and James, see below.” She tapped her nose with the paper absent-mindedly, her eyebrows raised as she glanced down at Remus. “Interesting,” she murmured, and her face was muffled by the paper.
She brought it down.
“Alright, so it looks like a...badly drawn comic. Dating back to...?”
“My third year, if you can believe it.”
“Is there a charm on it? I can’t believe it hasn’t even ripped! Huh, no matter.” She smoothed the creases out again and peered back. “So...there’s the small stick figure crouched diligently over a desk, with a box saying REMUS LUPIN over it and an arrow pointing down. So, it must be you.”
“A very fine deduction.”
She preened sarcastically. “Alright, now moving on. Another stick figure enters in panel two, with a triangle representing a skirt tacked onto it’s lower half and another box-and-arrow-combination reading ANDROMEDA BLACK. Hmm, this is old, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Now,” he pushed himself up and his fingers began to scrabble over the paper, “the large height difference represents the age gap between us, and just how far out of reach our love is, star-cross’d, etcetera.”
“They weren’t very creative, were they?”
“Not at all. By the way, that lumpy looking crate is supposedly a box of chocolates.”
“Right, I can tell by the word CHOCOLATE scrawled across it. So you’re completing tasks to win my love from Harold Puce?”
“Like a quest.”
“Like King Arthur.”
“Very metaphorical. My wand could be Excalibur?”
Andromeda wrinkled her nose. “Ollivander is the Lady of the Lake?”
Remus clapped his hand over his eyes. “The imagery...!”
“Alright, alright. Lots of meaningless quests, a dragon that looks suspiciously like the Astrology professor, and finally, the climax...Andromeda-stick rewards Remus-stick with a kiss?”
“But then he faints dead away from sheer exhaustion of completing the numerous quests.”
Andromeda carefully refolded the parchment and tossed it behind her into the trunk. “I think the hero needs to be rewarded after all of these years.”
Author: ___armyofme
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Andromeda (Black) Tonks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #2 - news; letter
Discaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling and I have no connections to the Harry Potter franchise. I am merely a fan who likes to concoct stories concerning characters she likes.
“What’s this?” she asked almost coyly. Her hand fished out a wrinkled and slightly stained piece of parchment from the inner pocket of the trunk behind them.
Half-asleep, Remus shook his head. Blood rushed and rang in his ears. “Er...if it’s what I think it is, then I’m not sure I want you reading it.” She laughed, and their knees knocked together. Beneath them, the floor was stiff.
She unfolded it and smoothed out the creases on her thigh. The curtains of the window behind them were thin and beginning to unravel; light peeked through them and caused the parchment to nearly glow. Her eyes squinted at the messy handwriting as her thumb and forefinger gripped it delicately, as if she was an archaeologist on a dig.
“Dear Remus,” she read aloud, “We were awfully bored in History of Magic, so we collaborated and put together this brilliant satire. Note the abstract use of line. We hope you enjoy it; it’s our first, but we’re planning one of Wormtail and that Hufflepuff he’s infatuated with next week. Best of luck in your obsession. We’re quite glad we’re not mentally unstable (unlike you). Sincerely yours, Sirius and James, see below.” She tapped her nose with the paper absent-mindedly, her eyebrows raised as she glanced down at Remus. “Interesting,” she murmured, and her face was muffled by the paper.
She brought it down.
“Alright, so it looks like a...badly drawn comic. Dating back to...?”
“My third year, if you can believe it.”
“Is there a charm on it? I can’t believe it hasn’t even ripped! Huh, no matter.” She smoothed the creases out again and peered back. “So...there’s the small stick figure crouched diligently over a desk, with a box saying REMUS LUPIN over it and an arrow pointing down. So, it must be you.”
“A very fine deduction.”
She preened sarcastically. “Alright, now moving on. Another stick figure enters in panel two, with a triangle representing a skirt tacked onto it’s lower half and another box-and-arrow-combination reading ANDROMEDA BLACK. Hmm, this is old, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Now,” he pushed himself up and his fingers began to scrabble over the paper, “the large height difference represents the age gap between us, and just how far out of reach our love is, star-cross’d, etcetera.”
“They weren’t very creative, were they?”
“Not at all. By the way, that lumpy looking crate is supposedly a box of chocolates.”
“Right, I can tell by the word CHOCOLATE scrawled across it. So you’re completing tasks to win my love from Harold Puce?”
“Like a quest.”
“Like King Arthur.”
“Very metaphorical. My wand could be Excalibur?”
Andromeda wrinkled her nose. “Ollivander is the Lady of the Lake?”
Remus clapped his hand over his eyes. “The imagery...!”
“Alright, alright. Lots of meaningless quests, a dragon that looks suspiciously like the Astrology professor, and finally, the climax...Andromeda-stick rewards Remus-stick with a kiss?”
“But then he faints dead away from sheer exhaustion of completing the numerous quests.”
Andromeda carefully refolded the parchment and tossed it behind her into the trunk. “I think the hero needs to be rewarded after all of these years.”