rp: tdr, for marcus
(A certain door in the Room is left swinging open. The area behind the door is sparse, four walls, floor and ceiling, all a dark and dingy wood. In fact, to some, it might resemble some of the rooms in a certain Shack. The space is dark except for a few fairy-like lights that hover and bob in the air by themselves. A wavery and highly intoxicated-sounding voice is leaking out through the open door and is interrupted by slightly hysterical sounding giggles, a few hiccups, and every now and then a spectacular crash of breaking glass.
Inside, Remus is lying slumped in a corner, his sweater vest all askew. He has empty bottles of wine next to him. Every now and then, he picks one up and levitates it into the air with his wand, then shatters it, prompting another small laugh, some sounding more like sobs considering the dry tear tracks still on his cheeks.
A book is next to him - a history book.)
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty... (hic) Hogwarts,
Teach us something, please...