May 02, 2010 22:41
Snape brought Lupin into his room, which was full of books, magazines the occasionally potion making tool lying around. He didn't bother trying to clean, since this was him, who he was. Lupin could take it or leave it.
"Does anything in particular sound good to you? Meats, pasta, shepherds pie? Tossed salda?
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He walked to Lupin, settling a hand on his arm. "How would you feel about stew for dinner? I have a french loaf to go with it."
[bedtime. curse you job!]
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"Make yourself at home then. Unless you'd like to help cut up vegetables."
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"I didn't expect you to forgive me so easily for what I did," he said, not looking up from his task.
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His knife was hitting the counter with a bit more force than necessary as he cut up potatoes.
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"You're too soft, Lupin. How have you not been eaten alive by now?"
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"After that... well sometimes I think it's one of the world's great cosmic jokes. I didn't give a damn, sometimes even wished it would all just end, so of course I stayed alive."
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He took Lupin's vegetables and slid them into a pot, along with his potatoes.
"There are far too few reasons to want to live in this world," he murmured softly, going to his cupboard to get spices.
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Merlin, the single glass of brandy was going to his head. He didn't usually voice such thoughts aloud.
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He turned, facing Lupin.
"No one else has bothered to try by normal means. Perhaps Minerva, but there are things I could never tell her, things she'd never understand."
For a moment, he stared at Remus.
"If you're a stray, you're the stray everyone wants to take home. I'm the one that gets kicked to the curb because I snap and snarl if anyone gets too close to me."
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