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 21st, 1978

Remus likes plain food. Bread, cheese, a bit of meat. Potatoes. Fresh fruit, vegetables straight out of the garden. He’s easy to please, really, when it comes to food. This is probably a good thing, since he has no money and no cooking skills, apart from toast and tea. He’s good at toast and tea.

That day they bunk off ( Read more... )

August 20th, 1978

That night, Sirius comes so close to dying he can feel a cold breath at his heels. He lies in the rubble of the warehouse, something heavy across his left leg, feeling blood moving sluggishly from the cuts at his shoulder and his head, and stares at the night sky. The moon is up there, only just beginning to wane, and Sirius ( Read more... )

August 15th, 1978

Sirius is working at a Muggle record store, which is a little silly since he has all the money he needs, but they give him a discount on records. He’s already got a stack collecting on the floor by the coffee table, which Remus has tripped over about six times. It’s funny, because the record player is on the other side of the ( Read more... )

August 12th, 1978

Sirius has never liked sun so much as he does now. Sun and grass and lemonade and Remus.

They’re in the field beyond Remus’ parents house, which makes them both feel younger, because the last time they were here together like this they were sixteen. A lot has happened between then and now. It’s mid-afternoon, and they’re ( Read more... )

Remus is sitting in the booth at the back of the Chinese restaurant on the corner, drinking his water and picking idly at the peeling vinyl seat. He glances with barely concealed anxiety at the door, and ignores the waiter, who is beginning to look impatient that Remus hasn’t yet ordered any food. Outside, the sky fading into a faintly pinkish blue ( Read more... )

August 3rd, 1978

It’s raining, and the clouds seem to be threatening thunder, which Remus thinks is appalling behaviour in the weather, as it is August and this is a month which is not supposed to even consider the possibility of clouds, let alone a full-blown storm. He is curled around a book on the windowsill in Sirius’ tiny flat, listening ( Read more... )