ficlet: "A Detour That Turned Into A Shortcut" -- rating: PG-13
Title: A Detour That Turned Into A Shortcut
Characters: Remus, Trelawney, implied Remus/?
Word count: 319
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta’d. Manipulation.
Challenge: Random Character Assignment
A/N: Alternate version of Sidetracked, a drabble for lupin100. Just too fun to limit to 100 words.
ETA: now with a sequel, Paving The Way.
“You have a very complex aura,” Professor Trelawney slurred as she groped under shawls, scarves and necklaces, searching for her wand. Remus Lupin sighed and Summoned it, causing his companion to shriek and giggle as it worked its way out of her robes and into his hand. He handed it to her with a tired smile and waited while she opened the door. “I’d love to read your tea leaves. Or perhaps examine your palm.” She grasped his hand and tugged. Remus tugged it back.
“It’s late, Sibyll, and I really need to get to bed-”
“A cold, lonely bed. Oh, yes, I’ve seen it in my visions. A dark creature, cast out from society, with no romantic prospects. Although that could change at any time.” She batted her eyelashes at him and nearly lost her balance.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Sibyll. Happy Christmas.” He would have turned away, but she grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his face down into her cleavage.
“The portents are clear, Professor Lupin. The tarot showed that you are particularly receptive to dark, mysterious stimuli.” She pulled him back upright and tried to focus her eyes on his. “Let me be that stimulus.”
Remus disentangled himself and stepped back, giving Professor Trelawney a gentle shove through her doorway. “I’m sorry, Sibyll, but the wolf controls my life. You understand.”
She sighed and nodded, then closed the door. Remus heaved a sigh of relief and hurried towards his quarters. He’d been annoyed with Dumbledore for requesting that he escort Sibyll back to her rooms - she always tended to overindulge on Christmas - but he had to admit (as he sniffed the sandalwood scent that now clung to him) that it may have been a blessing in disguise. A bit of jealousy was usually enough to turn his dark, mysterious Potions master into an animal in bed.
~ end ~
Characters: Remus, Trelawney, implied Remus/?
Word count: 319
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta’d. Manipulation.
Challenge: Random Character Assignment
A/N: Alternate version of Sidetracked, a drabble for lupin100. Just too fun to limit to 100 words.
ETA: now with a sequel, Paving The Way.
“You have a very complex aura,” Professor Trelawney slurred as she groped under shawls, scarves and necklaces, searching for her wand. Remus Lupin sighed and Summoned it, causing his companion to shriek and giggle as it worked its way out of her robes and into his hand. He handed it to her with a tired smile and waited while she opened the door. “I’d love to read your tea leaves. Or perhaps examine your palm.” She grasped his hand and tugged. Remus tugged it back.
“It’s late, Sibyll, and I really need to get to bed-”
“A cold, lonely bed. Oh, yes, I’ve seen it in my visions. A dark creature, cast out from society, with no romantic prospects. Although that could change at any time.” She batted her eyelashes at him and nearly lost her balance.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Sibyll. Happy Christmas.” He would have turned away, but she grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his face down into her cleavage.
“The portents are clear, Professor Lupin. The tarot showed that you are particularly receptive to dark, mysterious stimuli.” She pulled him back upright and tried to focus her eyes on his. “Let me be that stimulus.”
Remus disentangled himself and stepped back, giving Professor Trelawney a gentle shove through her doorway. “I’m sorry, Sibyll, but the wolf controls my life. You understand.”
She sighed and nodded, then closed the door. Remus heaved a sigh of relief and hurried towards his quarters. He’d been annoyed with Dumbledore for requesting that he escort Sibyll back to her rooms - she always tended to overindulge on Christmas - but he had to admit (as he sniffed the sandalwood scent that now clung to him) that it may have been a blessing in disguise. A bit of jealousy was usually enough to turn his dark, mysterious Potions master into an animal in bed.
~ end ~