Remus sits at the table with the white table cloth and the glasses of champagne and the white roses in the centre, with Lily and James and Lily’s bony sister and Lily’s bony sister’s fat husband and Peter, and all he can look at is Sirius. He’s holding a glass of champagne (Remus knows Sirius has always hated champagne), and he’s making his best ( Read more... )

Remus barely catches the train. He hurries down the stairs to the platform and leaps for the doors, which close directly behind him. With a sigh of relief, he sits down in the nearest seat and closes his eyes, leaning back.

He was at the library late, cataloguing books, and had looking up at the clock to realize he would miss the last ( Read more... )

( Remus Lupin leans back in his chair... )

Remus sits on the stone edge of the well, his back being sprayed by the water, collecting and mixing with the sweat already there. It’s a hot day, hotter than it’s been in weeks.

He has kicked his shoes off, pulled off his socks and dropped them haphazardly along with the shoes. His feet don’t quite touch the ground.

Sirius ( Read more... )

August 31st, 1991

The kitchen window is fogged over with a combination of the chill morning early-autumn air and Sirius’ shower. The sky outside is blue, the kind of blue that red-gold leaves silhouette themselves against. It doesn’t smell of summer any more, burnt grass and lemonade. It smells of September, new parchment and fresh ink, ( Read more... )

August 30th, 1976

They are, once again, lying in Remus’ back yard. In two days they will catch the Hogwarts Express and go back to school for their sixth year, which promises to be a particularly good one. The sky is blue. Bluer than a blueberry, bluer than Sirius’ Appleby Arrows t-shirt, bluer than Ravenclaw’s robes. They are eating sucrose- ( Read more... )

August 29th, 1982

It’s a cool morning, clear, fresh. The breeze tastes of autumn. The two men move with focused intent, stepping side by side in their mutual purpose, past the neatly trimmed lawns and ordered flowerbeds of Privet Drive. One of the two is clean and pressed, as neat and tidy as the lawns, if a bit…dusty, faded around the edges. ( Read more... )

August 28th, 1977

Once, Sirius would look at the night sky and pay no mind to the moon. There was no one on the Black family tree named after it; it held no interest for the heir to that noble family.

Now, years later, he is no longer the heir, no longer a Black in anything but name and face (so he likes to think), no longer on the ( Read more... )

August 27th, 1978

That Sunday, none of them is busy. No one has to work, no one has Order duties or personal engagements, and no one wants to spend the last moments of summer inside moping. It is James’ idea to go to Brighton. It’s a sort of…last hurrah, which depresses Remus a little. It would be all right if it was just a last hurrah of ( Read more... )

August 26th, 1976

Remus doesn’t want to go to Diagon Alley with the others. It’s hot out, and frankly, he’s feeling distinctly lazy. And he’s spent the last four days successfully avoiding Sirius, so he doesn’t want to stop now, for fear of-he doesn’t know what. But he does need to buy his new books and replenish his stock of school supplies, ( Read more... )