RP: What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
Date: 3 February 2005
Character(s): Remus, Severus
Location: Around and about Stoatshead Hill
Status: Private
Summary: Remus scopes out some possible locales for the school. And runs into the last person he'd ever want to see.
Completion: Complete
Remus stomped through the knee-high weeds, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. Didn't matter that there was a chill in the air, he was sweating inside his over coat. Remus had been walking through the outskirts of Stoatshead Hill for most of the early morning, attempting to scope out possible places for the school. He hadn't thought he'd be out the day -following- the moon, but for the first time in years he felt like a young man once more. Merlin, if Cedric's bracelet kept working like this, he'd owe the man his very soul -- circle of life bedamned.
As he told Minerva, he started to the south of the town, Apparating to outside Susan's barn and working his way south and west. However, nothing he'd found today was even remotely decent. The buildings were either too far damaged, or anything possible was already inhabited. Sighing, Remus ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't supposed to be this difficult. It really wasn't.
But then again, anything worth doing was usually difficult. Remus's mind slid to Gilen then (who was spending the day at home). The moons were still harder on him than anyone else and it pained Remus to see the boy having to go through what he had to. Remus sighed, anxiously rubbing his left wrist. It had helped. Merlin knew it had helped. Now he hoped he would be able to find something that would be as helpful for Gilen.
With a sigh, Remus turned and began to head back towards town. He needed to get home and check on Gilen. His head was down, watching more where he was stepping rather than watching where he was going. And stumbled when he walked smack into a person. About to apologise, Remus lifted his head and found himself staring into his eyes. Well, not the bastard's eyes. Gerent's eyes.
Didn't matter. Close enough.
"Ah, fuck."
Character(s): Remus, Severus
Location: Around and about Stoatshead Hill
Status: Private
Summary: Remus scopes out some possible locales for the school. And runs into the last person he'd ever want to see.
Completion: Complete
Remus stomped through the knee-high weeds, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. Didn't matter that there was a chill in the air, he was sweating inside his over coat. Remus had been walking through the outskirts of Stoatshead Hill for most of the early morning, attempting to scope out possible places for the school. He hadn't thought he'd be out the day -following- the moon, but for the first time in years he felt like a young man once more. Merlin, if Cedric's bracelet kept working like this, he'd owe the man his very soul -- circle of life bedamned.
As he told Minerva, he started to the south of the town, Apparating to outside Susan's barn and working his way south and west. However, nothing he'd found today was even remotely decent. The buildings were either too far damaged, or anything possible was already inhabited. Sighing, Remus ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't supposed to be this difficult. It really wasn't.
But then again, anything worth doing was usually difficult. Remus's mind slid to Gilen then (who was spending the day at home). The moons were still harder on him than anyone else and it pained Remus to see the boy having to go through what he had to. Remus sighed, anxiously rubbing his left wrist. It had helped. Merlin knew it had helped. Now he hoped he would be able to find something that would be as helpful for Gilen.
With a sigh, Remus turned and began to head back towards town. He needed to get home and check on Gilen. His head was down, watching more where he was stepping rather than watching where he was going. And stumbled when he walked smack into a person. About to apologise, Remus lifted his head and found himself staring into his eyes. Well, not the bastard's eyes. Gerent's eyes.
Didn't matter. Close enough.
"Ah, fuck."