just me and the lavender moon

remus john lupin: a crime scene photographer.

[rosalinedavis]

Rosaline glanced at the badge that he pulled out, and immediately shifted in the bed, sitting up a little bit straighter. An Auror. She was suddenly glad that she had put herself together a little bit more. It wasn't a surprise that the Ministry wanted to talk about what had happened, but she had thought that there might be a bit more time before she had to talk about it. But there was no sense in pushing it off. The werewolf, whoever it had been, was out there somewhere, ready to attack more innocent people. "Of course," she told him, gesturing towards the chair by her bed. "No, please...I'm happy to help however I can." It wasn't like this was her first time, the Aurors had so many questions after the last time. "You came at a perfect time."

[luhpinus]

with: @rosalinedavis

"Appreciated Miss Davis, thank you." Putting his badge back into his pocket, Remus followed her gesture and pulled up a chair beside her bed, settling in to begin speaking with her. Remus was not well practised in the art of interviewing, having only really taken photos before, but he knew the Order needed to get ahead of this and so using his badge where possible was necessary. "Well I'm glad to hear that and I'm glad to see you're doing okay. I just wanted to start by saying I'm really sorry to hear what happened to you Miss Davis and I hope you are okay and if I can get you anything before we start, I'm more than happy to run and get you a tea or a water? I'm sure you're sick of people asking you questions by now."

[pottyprongs]

"Woah, just me, mate," James replied with his hands up to proclaim his innocence as Remus' head snapped up. "And you know where I was," he added. Considering they were together, Remus knew James had seen just as little as he had. His only advantage was being an auror, a position that had given him some information already. "Let's go somewhere quieter," he murmured, knowing Remus wouldn't be the only one asking for answers if people spotted an auror on the scene.

[luhpinus]

with: @pottyprongs

"Ah James!" His tone instantly changed upon seeing his best friend, standing up and smiling at him in acknowledgement. "Just the person I wanted to speak to actually." Agreeing they should speak in private, Remus followed James round the corner and fell in step with him towards The Fountain of Fair Fortune, keeping his voice low to avoid people overhearing it. "I came across Gilderoy Lockhart today... or rather he came across me, and he mentioned something very interesting about where the werewolf came from, but I don't think you're going to like it."

[freeofchargelockhart]

"Well, not yet," he admitted, "but now seems about the right time." He cocked his head, already thinking about how many people would eat up a column about werewolves right now.

"Remus." a charming smile now on his face, "It's almost as if you're interrogating me." Gilderoy worked with icons such as Rita; he knew when a journalist was gathering intel. "It came from Mr Mulpeppers Apothecary. Didn't you know that – actually," his voice trailed off. "I didn't see you and your gang the entire night, that's unlike you. What was your handsome face up to?"

@luhpinus

[luhpinus]

with: @freeofchargelockhart

"I'd like to say they're hard to come by, but apparently they're wandering the streets of London." He hadn't said it out loud yet, but selfishly, Remus was less than impressed about this attack. The Ministry were already gagging to crack down on creatures, which is understandable after the past couple of years, but Remus had managed to create a life for himself he'd been happy with and it seemed like it was about to be ripped away from him.

"Me? Never," he joked, pointing to himself and shrugging off the comment. Jokes and confidence seemed to work with Gilderoy, who readily gave him an interesting piece of information he'd certainly follow up on. "Mr Mulpeppers? Very interesting... oh myself and my friends had gotten drunk too early, bit of a classic day drinking symptom, Peter and I in particular were pretty out of it and James and Sirius were too drunk to stay out and also were massively overdue a turn on bucket duty."

Pausing, Remus put his hands on his hips and looked towards Knockturn Alley. "I'm sorry we weren't there though, I'd like to say we all could have done something, I just wish we hadn't gotten that drunk."

[shewolfie]

      pulling the hood of her coat close, corin darted through the alleys as if a wraith, stopping only when she happened upon the pools of blood she understood were of her making. so, this is where she was being kept all that time? knockturn fucking alley. the she-wolf's head can only rage against her, yelling at the stupidity of her being there whilst her heart begged earnestly for answers. some semblance of clarity and closure so, that corin could at least attempt to set aside the guilt beginning to gnaw away at her. not that she could ever be so foolish as to believe it would be that easy but she had to try. she had to know what went on, what was going on and most importantly, what had become of those she'd unknowingly attacked. after all, it was often said that perpetrators returned to the scene of their crimes and well, here she was.

      entirely transfixed by the chaos she had wrought, the man's sudden inquiry takes her by surprise, causing bright blue hues to dart around frantically in the knowledge that if just one of those three demons set eyes upon her, it was curtains. ❛   i... was a little preoccupied actually. elsewhere. so, i didn't see anything, no... uh, what did happen? ❜ corin counters ingenuously, back stuck firmly to the wall, her waifish form, chain marks, scars and all, obscured by the shadow she rather wished would swallow her up. this was a performance, that's all... she assures herself, eyeing the wizard carefully. ❛   were you not there either, then? since you're having to ask... ❜

[luhpinus]

with: @shewolfie

"Probably for the best," Remus replied, standing up and shaking his head. "Nasty scenes, the fewer people who were around the better, no knowing what would have happened if the alleys had been packed to the brim." Suffering from the same affliction as the person who had created the incident in question Remus felt awful for them. There was no knowing what they were feeling at the moment, or how much they even remembered.

"Well by the looks of things," Remus began, surveying the crime scene. "Four attacks. One, here, one there, one there and then one further down the street. I've been attempting to interview a few of the victims to help out the aurors, it's not really my area of work but with this many casualties I thought it was best to start trying to help where I can." He had never really been interested in auror work, not really liking eyes on him- but his work with them had proven he had an analytical mind and sometimes the best way of fitting more pieces into the puzzle was to go and find them yourself.

His gaze returned to the girl in front of him. She was a similar age to him but Remus couldn't recall placing her at Hogwarts, but not everyone in the wizarding world attended Hogwarts, she could have been from out of town. "Um no, I wasn't there. My friends and I were suffering from a classic ailment- drinking too much too early and ending up crashing out..." "

You from around here?"

[arthurweaslcys]

arthur should have known better than to take kingsley up on his 'walk with me' talks. while most ended up in the cafeteria, the leaky caludron a few times even, there was the rare chance they ended up at a crime scene -- today happening to be one of those times. he was out of his element, it had been years since he had been to a scene on work-business that didn't include vicious tea kettles or brooms gone rogue. a huff of annoyance left his lips when he realized kingsley walked away, now with a group of fellow aurors. " bloody hell.... " he muttered as he looked upon the scene, a slight cringe when he realized how true his words were in this situation.

" remus! sorry... was talkin' t'myself. " caught off guard by the younger man's sudden questioning. " didn't see most of the attack. i got stuck in the crowd when t'screaming started ," he let out an almost silent whistle of air, " all this from one creature? only read the stories, never actually seen it. "

[luhpinus]

@arthurweaslcys

"Oh Arthur, hello!" Remus had asked the question quite absentmindedly, going into detective mode without really seeing who he was asking it to. Standing up, Remus slid the lens cap back on the camera and looked at the scene with his hands on his hips. "It's tragic," Remus started, eyes scanning the bloodshed. "I imagine the person this morning responsible is feeling very upset with themselves today, or at least they certainly should be." The worst part of the curse undoubtedly was the loss of control, but what was more harrowing was the fact that your mind is along for the ride on the journey and waking up to remember every vision and every emotion the next day. It was why they felt themselves age prematurely.

"It could have been much worse, thankfully no one was bitten and no one died. I'm sorry to hear you were held up in it all Arthur, must have been quite horrible for you." Turning to Arthur, Remus lowered his voice. "Have you or Miray heard anything through the... channels? Does he know anything?" Remus was of course referring to order business, but with the times as they were of late, you couldn't be sure who was listening.

[letoiledechue]

"I wouldn't worry about it," Sirius offered a half smile It wasn't the best advice to offer, but there was only so much that could be done now that the worst of things had passed. "Pompous prick as per usual." He added with a shake of his head, voice dropping before he continued. "A relief, if I'm being honest, since it felt normal." At least, as normal as estranged siblings could get. "Thank Merlin," He added with a chuckle. "I still feel a little uneasy about not having been around for the others' sakes, but I'll take it."

[luhpinus]

@letoiledechue

"Ah some things never change Padfood, I think hell would freeze over before any of the Blacks were pleasant." Remus was happy to say he'd never had much of a relationship with Sirius' family, but from the stories his friend had told him, he wasn't really missing out. "It's their loss mate," Remus offered with a shrug. "And our gain, for sure." Eyeing the clock behind the bar, Remus checked the time. "Too early for a pint?" He mused to Sirius. It was 2pm, they'd started earlier before. "I'm going to go to the hospital I think and start asking some questions." Turning slightly in his tool, he turned to the left then the right. The pub was relatively empty, no doubt due to what had happened last night, but Remus lowered his voice nonetheless. "Dumbledore been in touch yet?"

[cut-and-clarity]

As the door opened, she involuntarily shrank against her pillow, trying not to be seen. But, the sound of the voice shocked her, and what it said shocked her even more.

She found the man standing there vaguely familiar until it hit her. He was a member of Narcissa's cousin's friend group, wasn't he? They'd always been getting into something unseemly back at Hogwarts, stirring up trouble. But, all that seemed so far away now, especially as the man described himself as an investigator.

Oh, right. She thought vaguely to herself. I suppose this would be considered news. The werewolf attacks had been ravaging for a while now, and Valeria often forgot her own status in the wixen world. Sure, Father and the Bulstrode Family at large were nothing to sniff at, but Valeria herself? Often on the sidelines of the latest high society drama.

But, this was far more important than drama. It was her duty to help law enforcement in any way she could. No matter what she looked like.

Valeria sat up a bit straighter and turned to face him, more out of respect than anything else. Seeing the badge extended towards, she politely took it, turning it over in her hand, not entirely sure if she was meant to be looking for something.

"Um, no, of course, I'm willing to answer any of your questions, Mr. Lupin."

She glanced around the room, suddenly, recalling Mother's training. This was technically hosting, wasn't it? She saw one chair, placed awkwardly far from her bed. She rather lamely indicated it with the hand still holding the badge.

"Would you care to sit?"

As she caught sight of the badge still in her hand, she began to backtrack.

"Oh, I'm sorry-- Should I...?"

Valeria awkwardly mimed handing the badge back to him.

[luhpinus]

@verdant-valeria

Remus watched as Valeria took the situation in, acting rather uncomfortably, which probably wasn't too shocking given what she'd been through. Upon first impressions she seemed odd to Remus in an endearing way, most high society girls thought out every movement which made them look like they were floating even when they walked. Valeria didn't come across that way, she was refreshingly human.

"Thank you Miss Bulstrode." Making his way into the room, Remus followed her direction and pulled up the chair shoved against the wall slightly closer to her bed and settled down, before noticing his badge flailing around in the air. "Oh, thanks." Leaning over, Remus plucked the badge from her hand and quickly shoved it back into his pocket before settling back in once more. From his coat pocket he produced a notepad and a biro pen and began jotting a few notes before looking back up at her and giving her his full attention. "Firstly, how are you feeling Miss Bulstrode? I can't imagine how you must be feeling about last night. Can I get you anything, a water before we start?"

[freeofchargelockhart]

[closed starter with @luhpinus]

Gilderoy was still trying to deal with what had happened the night before. He stood in Carkitt Market, watching as wix fixed their stores and aurors raced around the crime scene. "You know, perhaps I should write a book about werewolves." he mused to himself, not realising he was standing next to Remus, "Maybe something along the lines of Wandering with Werewolves."

[luhpinus]

@freeofchargelockhart

"Wander with many werewolves Mr Lockhart?" Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to Remus, like the sort of man who said their inner monologues out loud with little care ho heard him. This felt like one of these moments. "I heard you were at the scene last night, did you see anything in particular about the werewolf, do you know where it came from?"

[rosalinedavis]

Location: St Mungo's Date: March 27, 1986 Rosaline & Remus Lupin @luhpinus

Rosaline was bored. She detested hospitals, and her release couldn't come soon enough. It was early in the afternoon, and she had finally gotten herself out of bed and changed into something more her, and done her makeup after one too many comments from her mother. You never know who is going to visit, Rosaline, she had said, and not having the energy to argue for once she had just done as she said. She felt a bit like she was going through the motions, while simultaneously trying to ignore thinking about what had happened last night. The knock on her door wasn't a surprise, she was sure that it was Cordelia coming to check in on her, so she called that the door was open.

"I'm feeling fine..." she trailed off when she saw the guy from the Hopping Pot that she had bought a drink for standing there. "You're not my sister," she remarked. "Can I help you, Mister...?" She trailed off, realizing she didn't know his name.

[luhpinus]

with: @rosalinedavis

Remus allowed her to adjust for a moment, he imagined she was feeling tired both from the events that had transpired and no doubt the persistence in people asking to see her. "No I'm not." He replied with a friendly smile, walking into the room as he dug his badge out of his pocket. "Lupin. Remus Lupin." Producing the badge, he showed it towards Rosaline and waited her to be satisfied with it. "I'm with the auror's office I'm a crime scene expert. I know you must be feeling tired but I wondered if I could speak with you about what happened last night? It's okay if not, I can come back another time, I wouldn't be shocked if you've have had enough of speaking to people. Especially people you don't know asking questions you probably don't want to answer." He added, pushing the badge back into his pocket.

[cut-and-clarity]

visitation hours (open starter)

Date: March 27th, 1986

Time: Mid-Afternoon

Location: St. Mungo's

For: Open Starter

Valeria had heard the word "horrible" before. She'd heard it used to describe an ensemble, a meal, even, on one occasion, a particular DADA examination she'd managed to flunk.

She'd also heard others say that one cannot understand something until it has been lived, and the more studious side of Valeria had vehemently disagreed. She'd read many a book describing the indigenous homes of many of the plants she'd worked with, and could have sworn she'd gone there as well. A friend could describe their pain, and she'd feel herself grow teary-eyed beside them.

But, no description she could provide could ever account for every molecule of pain she'd experienced.

The attack itself had, somehow, been the least of it. It was over in a moment, and Valeria could remember very little. Blinding pain, as though her body had been torn in two, but only for as long as the blink of an eye, and then silent darkness, which had been a welcome reprieve.

It was the coming-to which had been "horrible."

What had awoken her was the sound of shouting, of voices she had recognized. She'd heard Mother. Mother was wailing, asking if she were alive, asking if she'd been bitten, which sent a horrible chill through her body. Had she?

Then, came Father's voice, there to remind her that she was worried about all the wrong things. Who cared about what they were unsure of? The most pertinent, most "horrible" thing, was her face.

"Oh, Merlin, what would she do now? What would become of her? Her face..."

At that moment, Valeria had chosen unconsciousness over listening even a moment longer.

She'd been awake for about two hours now and unable, no matter how she tried, to will herself back back to sleep. From what she could see of it, her bed had been decorated quite nicely, a bouquet of pansies left at her bedside with a note from Mother asking her to get well soon, but the bandages crossing over Valeria's left eye and down the side of her face had left her entirely unsure if that would ever be possible.

She'd been assured she hadn't been bitten. But, scarring in werewolf attacks was common. Her face may never be the same.

As she was about to try once again to fall asleep, she heard a knock at her door. Without turning her head, she used her voice for the first time since the attack, it coming out far foggier than she'd intended.

"Come in."

[luhpinus]

Camera around his neck, notebook in hand, Remus made his way down the Dai Llewellyn ward. This wasn't his area of work, his was the crime scene. But he'd visited that earlier today and with multiple victims it felt like it was all hands on deck. From what he could gather Valeria Bulstrode was the first attack and possibly the worst, though that remained to be seen. He didn't know if she'd be awake, or if she'd even be up for speaking with him, but he was a member of law enforcement and the badge counted for something.

Knocking on the door, Remus waited patiently outside before hearing soft voice ask him to enter. Remus didn't know Valeria Bulstrode, she was older than him. A Slytherin, friends with Sirius' cousin. They were from very different worlds, but yet here they were about to be sitting together with a common enemy and almost with a very similar backstory.

"Miss Bullstrode, I'm very sorry to bother you," he began. "My name is Remus Lupin, I'm with The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I'm a crime scene investigation specialist." That wasn't completely true, his role was a photographer, but he had become something of a specialist and in his experience, people like Valeria often liked a long winded more important sounding title. "Is now a good time?" He asked, pulling out his badge in preparation for her to look at.

[luhpinus]

where: the leaky cauldron who: @letoiledechue when: 26/03/1986

Opening the doors to The Leaky Cauldron, Remus stepped inside swiftly and made a beeline for the bar, looking around intermittently as he went. The events of last night had him shaken, despite Remus not being there. Pulling up a stool, he slid into it in one motion and leant on the bar so he was closer to Sirius. "Padfoot, have you heard the news? What in Merlin's beard happened here last night?"

[letoiledechue]

"You know, I should have thought to ask Regulus that after forcing my presence on him," Sirius grimaced. He had needed to check that he was okay, so any information that didn't involve ensuring Reg hadn't been injured or something worse had slipped through the cracks. "I've only been able to piece together rumors. Nothing more, and none of it has resulted in anything pleasant."

[luhpinus]

"I think people were trying to get hold me and Prongs last night, job and all that but we were obviously a bit busy." Remus sat quietly for a moment, nerves bubbling up through his body. "You don't think anyone would think..." His voice trailed off before he could finish the thought. It was ridiculous after all the only people who knew his secret were who was with him and Lily he brewed his potion. He was in the clear. "How's Regulus?" He asked with genuine concern in his voice. "I've not heard anything about your family, though it deem seem like that wolf had a taste for pure-bloods, good thing you were slumming it with me." Remus added with a light chuckle.

[luhpinus]

where: the leaky cauldron who: @letoiledechue when: 26/03/1986

Opening the doors to The Leaky Cauldron, Remus stepped inside swiftly and made a beeline for the bar, looking around intermittently as he went. The events of last night had him shaken, despite Remus not being there. Pulling up a stool, he slid into it in one motion and leant on the bar so he was closer to Sirius. "Padfoot, have you heard the news? What in Merlin's beard happened here last night?"

[luhpinus]

where: knockturn alley who: all when: 26/03/1986

tw: blood

Kneeling down outside of The Grave Affair, Remus snapped another photo of the scene. Several large pools of blood had formed where the victims had been attacked, some pooling together so closely it was difficult to tell what belonged to each victim.

Remus suddenly felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. 'What if it had been him?' He mused. 'He was lucky to have such good friends.' A voice suddenly made his head turn, snapping up to the person who spoke. "Did you see anything last night?" He asked firmly. "Just trying to get a picture of what transpired."

[luhpinus]

where: the fountain of fair fortune who: @gorkempolat when: the spring equinox

Heading into the pub, Remus immediately saw a familiar face at the bar and made a beeline for him. "Gorkem, Gorkem, Gorkem..." Remus started, resting his arm on the bar and looking over at his friend. "Why am I not surprised to see you here?" He asked playfully. "But why am I even more surprised that you're not absolutely obliterated by now?" The Fortune was a safe place to have this conversation. Although the alleys were open, the latness of the evening had drawn the crowds to the bars, leaving only the Rosmerta sisters, the marauders and a few other order members left in the glowing light of the fire.

[lavndertown]

“Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione. Only one out of three, I’m afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don’t want Harry dead. But I won’t deny that I am a werewolf.”

.   ·  ˚ *  .  ⊹ remus lupin ♡

[luhpinus]

The Hopping Pot was not usually Remus type of establishment, preferring the safety of a scrumpy pub, which was ideally manned by two of his friends offering discounted prices. But Marlene had encouraged him to get out of his comfort zone and try different places, and despite how long he had worked in the alleys and lived not far away, he had never been to The Hopping Pot, despite all of the good things he'd heard about it.

Walking to the bar, Remus surveyed the menu and found himself feeling somewhat overwhelmed. His eyes naturally looking for something which closely resembled anything to a pint, the menu was mainly concoctions and cocktails and Remus didn't have any idea which of them were good and what my turn his hair blue or something worse.

A soft voice came from beside him, belonging to a fair haired witch who seemed to Remus like she might have some form of understanding of the menu. "Yes please, actually. Do you know what's good here, this is my first time and I was trying to avoid looking clueless in front of the bartender."

[rosalinedavis]

It always felt a little bit...wrong going somewhere that wasn't Moribund's. But it wasn't like her club would ever dream of taking part in something like this. Letting the general public inside the sacred walls would have been the biggest betrayal to her grandparents. And she was doing all of this to make her family proud. No thank you. The Minister herself could have asked and Rosaline would have declined without hesitation.

Turning to face the man, she thought that he looked vaguely familiar but couldn't place him. There were plenty of people running around though, so she supposed that it wasn't surprising. Millicent had said that the event was welcome to everyone.

"I can't remember the last time that I was here, but I have always been rather fond of elderflower wine. But if you are more of a spirits man then I would suggest a red currant rum, that was always my grandfather's favorite." Glancing at him again, she raised an eyebrow. "You look a bit lost. Not a big drinker?"

[luhpinus]

"Quite the opposite actually." Remus replied, putting the menu down. "Big on drinking, not on cocktails. More of a pints and shot man, but today is about trying new things and seeing new places, so I thought I'd try and go somewhere a bit more unique." The Hopping Pot seemed like a decent enough establishment, but Remus had always been in saving money mindset and having friends who worked behind a bar often meant a little discount which went a long way.

"I feel like I've always wanted to get into wine, pairs well with certain foods- but I've always been a bit too lazy I suppose. What about you, do you come here often? I suppose if I look lost, you must know it well enough to know who looks out of place."

[luhpinus]

where: slug and jiggers who: @roaringlilyevans when: the spring equinox

"Why are in here again Lily?" Remus asked for the third time, although he knew fine well why they were here. Remus hadn't told anyone about his secret outside of the marauders, but the longer he had known Lily, the more he realised she could be trusted, and as such had told her a few years past when she had seem him struggling at work after a particularly difficult moon cycle. "Do you not think we're going to get caught? I mean where even are Alice's family? This is very bad for business."

[roaringlilyevans]

Lily turned around from what she was doing so that Remus could see the eye roll she threw his way. "Chill out, Remus, it's going to be fine. They're not even open right now, so the likelihood of getting caught is low." She turned back around to continue perusing the shelves for the ingredients she needed. "Besides, even if we do get caught, I have the perfect excuse. Alice told me I could come brew any time, you know her dad loves to geek out about potions with me." Stepping down from the stool she had been using, she turned to him, arms full of ingredients. "I'm going to make enough so that they have plenty of wolfsbane potion left over to sell. Then we don't even have to feel bad about using their ingredients."

[luhpinus]

Despite Lily's calming and amusing tone, Remus couldn't help but be concerned. Anything to do with his condition set him on edge, speaking about it was difficult enough, but brewing potions in secret was even more anxiety inducing. "Well that's very kind of you Lily. I'm sure Alice would make something up for you anyway." Turning on his heel, Remus did another lap of the store, trying to occupy his mind with something else quickly by giving his feet something to do, before returning back to Lily. By her side, he attempted to replace his current emotion with gratitude that Lily would even consider doing this for him. "I'm sorry Lily, the day of the full moon my emotions tend to get the better of me."

Picking up one of the wolfsbane flowers, Remus turned it in his hand. "Do you need any help brewing it Lily? Potions isn't my strongest suit but I can chop some things up or do something else with your guidance..." His voice trailed off as he looked inside her cauldron. "Wouldn't want to mess it up."