Ratatouille, strychnine...
WHO: Albus Dumbledore (white_bumblebee), Remus Lupin (very_literate), and open to members of the Chateau de Potter
WHAT: Fetching that babe of a headmaster from the docks.
WHERE: The docks, and then off to the Potter/Black/Lupin/Lemon household.
WHEN: Tuesday at some point.
This was a rather odd turn of events.
Remus had been in the shoppe office when Dumbledore's entry scrawled itself into the journals. His eyes very nearly bugged right out of their sockets when he read that name. From the way he was talking, this man was a few generations younger than the Dumbledore he and Sirius had known as schoolboys. This island really never ceased to amaze.
He scrawled a quick note to Lily, should she come seeking him in the office, and grabbed his scarf and sweater before trotting off out the shop.
The marketplace was not far from the docks, and Remus was able to get there relatively quickly. He waved, offering a friendly smile as he approached and extended his hand in greeting. The smile looked a bit odd on him, it wrinkled the scars that were all across his face.
"Hello there. I'm Remus, we spoke over the journal. You, ah... don't know me yet, but where I've come from, you're headmaster. And quite a lot older."
WHAT: Fetching that babe of a headmaster from the docks.
WHERE: The docks, and then off to the Potter/Black/Lupin/Lemon household.
WHEN: Tuesday at some point.
This was a rather odd turn of events.
Remus had been in the shoppe office when Dumbledore's entry scrawled itself into the journals. His eyes very nearly bugged right out of their sockets when he read that name. From the way he was talking, this man was a few generations younger than the Dumbledore he and Sirius had known as schoolboys. This island really never ceased to amaze.
He scrawled a quick note to Lily, should she come seeking him in the office, and grabbed his scarf and sweater before trotting off out the shop.
The marketplace was not far from the docks, and Remus was able to get there relatively quickly. He waved, offering a friendly smile as he approached and extended his hand in greeting. The smile looked a bit odd on him, it wrinkled the scars that were all across his face.
"Hello there. I'm Remus, we spoke over the journal. You, ah... don't know me yet, but where I've come from, you're headmaster. And quite a lot older."