RP: Rumours Abound
Date: 4 November 2004 (backdated due to LJ)
Character(s): Remus
Location: His house at the corner of 6th and A
Status: Private
Summary: Remus ruminates. It's what he does best.
Completion: Complete
God curse the sun.
Remus rolled over in bed, flung his arm across his face in a vain attepmt to block out the sun's garish rays. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and foolishly forgot to pull the blinds. Now, he was being rudely awakened by sunlight with no hope of getting back to sleep.
Well, hell.
Giving up the fight (knowing when he was beat, for once), Remus got up and padded around his bedroom in naught but his pyjama bottoms. Curling up on the window seat, he looked out the window and at what he could see of the sleepy town below. It wasn't his imagination -- there had been more and more activity down there in the past few days.
Remus wasn't stupid. He had heard the rumours. And had felt his heart lighten at the mere mention of anything.
Voldemort was gone. Dead. Kaput. Whatever you wanted to call it. But gone and gone for good. Best of all, Remus no longer had to hide. There would be no renegade creatures coming after him in the dead of night, cursing his betrayal.
Which, really wasn't a betrayal from his side of things. He had simply carried out Dumbledore's last request. Had run with Fenrir's pack for a few horrifying years, learning that they would have no followers through the lycanthropes. Only to have a few representatives approach him naught but two years later, suggesting an alliance.
There were few who saw Remus as a traitor. And aside from the few final battles he had his hand in, Remus had gone into hiding in the sleepy little area of Stoatshead Hill.
Perhaps now... he could actually have a life. What an idea.
Character(s): Remus
Location: His house at the corner of 6th and A
Status: Private
Summary: Remus ruminates. It's what he does best.
Completion: Complete
God curse the sun.
Remus rolled over in bed, flung his arm across his face in a vain attepmt to block out the sun's garish rays. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and foolishly forgot to pull the blinds. Now, he was being rudely awakened by sunlight with no hope of getting back to sleep.
Well, hell.
Giving up the fight (knowing when he was beat, for once), Remus got up and padded around his bedroom in naught but his pyjama bottoms. Curling up on the window seat, he looked out the window and at what he could see of the sleepy town below. It wasn't his imagination -- there had been more and more activity down there in the past few days.
Remus wasn't stupid. He had heard the rumours. And had felt his heart lighten at the mere mention of anything.
Voldemort was gone. Dead. Kaput. Whatever you wanted to call it. But gone and gone for good. Best of all, Remus no longer had to hide. There would be no renegade creatures coming after him in the dead of night, cursing his betrayal.
Which, really wasn't a betrayal from his side of things. He had simply carried out Dumbledore's last request. Had run with Fenrir's pack for a few horrifying years, learning that they would have no followers through the lycanthropes. Only to have a few representatives approach him naught but two years later, suggesting an alliance.
There were few who saw Remus as a traitor. And aside from the few final battles he had his hand in, Remus had gone into hiding in the sleepy little area of Stoatshead Hill.
Perhaps now... he could actually have a life. What an idea.