One house has fallen, but more than one deserves to
Who: Remus Lupin lumenrelegandus , attn. Lust sonvisage . Multiple thread opp.: and/or anyone he accidentally rams down on his way home.
When: Thursday
Where: Public Market, Loop & Lust's flat on the border of the middle- to upper-class districts, and whatever's in between.
Format: Paragraph
What: Bedtime Stories Event gonging uncomfortably close to home.
Warnings: (Understandable?) overreactions. Title & cut quotes referenced here.
He'd taken this same walk regularly for two weeks now through the Public Market. But today the atmosphere had changed. Vendors by whom yesterday he'd been greeted as nearly family (if oddball, merely tolerated family) were drawn, evasive, suspicious. Frightened. There were fewer customers roaming the lanes. The murmurs on all sides (never to him) started to take a shape.
The moment it coalesced in his ears, in mind, he stopped dead in his tracks. Then he turned and sprinted for home.
His rapid, loping run had nothing in common with his usual half-limped walk. For flashes, always brief and only peripheral, he didn't seem to be a muffled man at all. He had to get out of the streets before someone thought… or it became true…
He slammed the door on entry. Uncaring whether their neighbour heard, in a tone he'd never used anywhere near her before, he shouted, "Iolanthe!"
When: Thursday
Where: Public Market, Loop & Lust's flat on the border of the middle- to upper-class districts, and whatever's in between.
Format: Paragraph
What: Bedtime Stories Event gonging uncomfortably close to home.
Warnings: (Understandable?) overreactions. Title & cut quotes referenced here.
He'd taken this same walk regularly for two weeks now through the Public Market. But today the atmosphere had changed. Vendors by whom yesterday he'd been greeted as nearly family (if oddball, merely tolerated family) were drawn, evasive, suspicious. Frightened. There were fewer customers roaming the lanes. The murmurs on all sides (never to him) started to take a shape.
The moment it coalesced in his ears, in mind, he stopped dead in his tracks. Then he turned and sprinted for home.
His rapid, loping run had nothing in common with his usual half-limped walk. For flashes, always brief and only peripheral, he didn't seem to be a muffled man at all. He had to get out of the streets before someone thought… or it became true…
He slammed the door on entry. Uncaring whether their neighbour heard, in a tone he'd never used anywhere near her before, he shouted, "Iolanthe!"