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Remus Lupin. Librarian. “The fairy tale gets a little 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓇 after midnight. It’s not about fighting ｖｉｌｌａｉｎｓanymore. It’s about the 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 trying not to 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 themselves.” ᵖᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵃˡⁱᵃ, ²⁰, ᵍᵐᵗ. ˢⁱᵈᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵇˡᶜᵏ

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Of course there was no way for the curly haired woman to know that he was a werewolf, she was unaware of the pain he had to endure on a monthly basis. Seeing someone she cared about get hurt was one of the worst things for her and her heart ached even when it was just something as trivial and small as a burn like that.

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me. It’s- it’s nothing. Really.” Greta replied, her tone soft as she busied herself with getting out plates and cutlery for the lasagna she had brought. Why was it suddenly so awkward between them? She didn’t like it at all. “It’s the thought that counts. Don’t worry about it. Next time just let me handle all things kitchen related.” He did have a lot of bad luck trying to cook or produce something halfway edible, she thought it best if he spent as little time as possible in there. For everyone else’s sake and his own. He had many other talents, but no one could be good at everything. That was impossible. “Lemon juice sounds lovely.” Greta smiled widely then, wanting to cheer him up.

His eyes followed as the young woman moved around the kitchen. Remus observed how effortlessly Greta did right about everything, even simply taking out cutlery and plates she managed to do gracefully. It was astounding and mesmerizing. Cold water running down his hand, the young man took a minute to simply stand there, and watch Greta. A strange concept, and yet it managed to bring a smile upon his lips. It took a couple of moments before Remus pulled himself away from the running water and back into reality. Dark hues now glancing down at his hand he turned off the water before reaching up to get two glasses out of the cupboard. 

He set them down and brought out the glass bottle of fresh lemon juice. Pouring two glasses he did his best to ignore the slight sting that still pulsated through his hand. But soon it would be better, he just had to let it heal and think of better things. Like Greta. The thought of her always did seem to make him feel better, more grateful for his life and where the obstacles had brought him. “I can’t exactly say no to that.” The young man wandered over to the sofa, pushing off a couple of dead looking sweaters the other two boys probably left laying around. Then setting down the glasses and attempting to make the area a little more comfortable. There wasn’t much to fix, but to Remus there was so much left unfixed. Little he could do about it, he made his way back to Greta. An arm moving past her side to lift the cutlery off the kitchen counter. “Make yourself comfortable, I think I am capable of carrying plates to you. Would you like to listen to something relaxing?”

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With a soft smile by way of greeting, Dorcas exhaled deeply and took another sip of her drink. “ A hot cocoa kind of day, ” she explained, as Dorcas Meadowes was an avid tea drinker unless the day had been especially strenuous. A kettle of tea would probably still be heating on the stove once she returned home to Mary.

“ You don’t want to hear about my day, though, it wasn’t much different than yesterday. ” Alright, the tree bloke ? That was a tad unusual, but otherwise the shift had been mundane. “ Tell me about the library.  “ Any mad book thieves running around ? ”

"A tree bloke?” The young man’s eyebrows raised, genuinely interested how that happens. Nowadays, St. Mungos must be harboring all sorts of curses gone wrong and the poor people that are forced to endure them. He could only imagine how strenuous her day must have been. But he was also assured that all those people had one of the best healers to take care of them. But then again, he was ever so slightly biased due to the fact that he adored Dorcas. 

“The library? Oh there wasn’t much... just some muggle boys trying to mess around. Apparently muggles have some sort of distaste towards libraries and having to study there...” He shook his head, hardly able to wrap his head around it. “But otherwise not very much.” Not very much. This was what he was most content with, for it meant there was no trouble in his path there was nothing he would need to be afraid of. No horror in his wake. 

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   edgar was soft for his friends, especially lately with the constant weight of death and azkaban hanging over their heads, and he would willingly get dragged along on whatever sorts of trips they wanted to do. hence why he was here in front of remus, going to a muggle fair even though he’d never been to one before. “ yeah! i’m actually kind of exciting, i don’t think i’ve ever been to a fair- wizard or muggle style. “ there hadn’t really been time when he was growing up for things like that, his parents more concerned in raising their children to be proper. “ do you think they’ll have a ferris wheel? or maybe one of those games where you can win a fish? “ he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “ i’d have to win two though and the odds seem a bit stacked. “

The other’s excitement was contagious. Soon Remus found himself smiling from one ear to the other, rushing his steps in the direction of the fair. “Well then you are in for a treat.” Before the curse, his mother used to take him to fairs a lot. His home town was quaint, a place where everyone knew everyone and so at the fair it was like coming together with the extended family. The local butcher hosting a snack stand, the librarian a shooting booth etc. It was dreamy, and Remus loved them. Nowadays, times were harder, and such excitement as that from a child was a needed change in his life. “I bet you they have it all, and I am not taking no for an answer we’re going on all the rides.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “I can’t make any promises since I am particularly bad at aiming right about anything. But, I’ll try to win you a fish then you only have to win one!”  

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“Which hurts even more, mind you.  You.  My friend.  Calling innocent, sweet, moi, a dumbass.  That’s fucking rude.”  His grin was wide as he spoke, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a cigarette and chuckling around it between his lips at Remus’ words.  “If anything happened at all it’d just be a welcome relief from the boredom,” he said over dramatically, lighting the cigarette.  “Apparently this whole dark wizards roaming in greater numbers rubbish is bad for business even in Knockturn.  Not a single idiot kid came into the shop all day.  It was torture.”

“Oh I am sorry, your royal plushiness.” The young man shook his head a soft chuckle escaping his lips shortly after. It was only when the other became so brash that he was taken back to the worry that always seemed to plague his mind. Remus often questioned whether or not he was fit for Gryffindor -- if the hat had made a mistake all those years ago by sorting him as such. For in this moment, he did not feel brave. He began to wonder if he ever did feel brave in any sort of way. “Please do not say such things... an encounter with death eaters should never be considered an escape from boredom.” Oh how he worried. “Perhaps that’s because you were working... Padfoot... We have to assess our lives. Why don’t you do muggle tattoos? You would be much safer and people wouldn’t care whether a wizzard that turned against the darkness was doing their tattoos because they wouldn’t know.” Remus was a coward, hiding in the muggle world to escape the wrath of those that despised him for being himself. But his suggestion came from mere worry for the other’s safety, he truly loved his best friend. 

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( number: 66 ❝How did I get into these pajamas?❞ )

Remus woke up in a strange place, glancing down he realized he wasn’t quite wearing the clothes he had left the house with this morning. The truth was, the young man was far from as resilient as he believed to be. Sitting out in the rain and the cold, the young man had gotten drenched to the core. Long nights had taken their toll and he had fallen into a deep slumber on a park bench he frequented quite a lot. He had been lucky to be found by Marlene, and even luckier that she had chosen to help him. For if she hadn’t a common cold would probably be the least of his worries in the exhausted state that he was in. However, this was not something that he remembered, as the tiredness made it all seem like a dream to him. 

“Marlene… How did I get into these pajamas?” He arched a brow at the young woman, one arm crossed over his chest in an attempt to hide his body which was popping out of the small piece of clothing. If there was anything that Remus was truly uncomfortable of it was being helped, but also someone undressing him, having to touch him. And in that moment he knew the young woman had to do all those things in order to help him. And the discomfort was real. 

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( number: 211 ❝Todays my cats birthday.❞ )

tw: death mention, alcohol

There was one day that Remus forced himself to suffer on. It was the day that he would never forget, the morning after his first turn, he had woken bloody and bruised. His cat nowhere to be found. The boys had laughed it off saying that that it was probably afraid of all the howling it had heard outside, probably ran away. It would come back. But it never did. Remus had gone on endless walks to the outskirts of the boundaries of Hogwarts, until one day he found the remains of his cat that he had dug his teeth into. He could never forgive himself for this, no matter how much he told himself that he had been afraid and angry and had no control over himself he knew this was a lie. He knew it was his fault and there was no going back from it. 

And so, every year on the day after his first turn he mourns his dead cat. The cat he slaughtered. To this day it is a secret he has guarded with his life. Unwilling to share the darkest parts of himself with those he cares for. And so, this is the day when he turns to alcohol. Burries his sorrow and self-hatred in a glass of something strong. It was on this day that Livia found him in a bar, an absolute mess. Who knows, perhaps the bartender had called her, perhaps it was coincidence. Nevertheless, even in his drunken state he was unwilling to speak the truth and so he did the one thing he always did. Lie. When she looked at him in that pitiful sort of way, wondering what was wrong with the ever so kind Remus he simply lifted his glass to his lips once more. But just before he took another sip, he lied his ass off. 

“Today is my cat’s birthday.” Today is my cat’s death day. 

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( number: 43 ❝Don’t worry. If you’re going to hell, i’ll just pick you up.❞ )

Remus listened to the other’s story of some disaster he had provoked that very day and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. The devastation in the other’s tone as Fabian stated, “I’m going to hell.” Face cradled in his hands he only looked down at the table rather than at the chuckling Remus. These days, it seemed, they were all going to hell. What a pretty home hell will make, with all his favored people there. Shaking his head ever so slightly, Remus attempted to remove the other’s hands from his face. When this failed, he pushed a butter beer across the table taunting Fabian to drink it. 

“Don’t worry. If you’re going to hell, I’ll just pick you up.” A dark statement, yet one that Remus believed hardheartedly. He had done so many things he was not proud of. But the prospect of having company in hell was quite a positive one in light of their current situation. “Nah you’ll be fine, mate.”

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( number: 53 ❝Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet.❞ )

Alecto and Remus had been at the quidditch pitch for what seemed like hours. And Remus was still no closer to successfully getting on the broom than he had been when they started. He could feel the desperation on both sides to finally seeing some sort of a progress. Alecto was the best on the field and so he understood the frustration that even she was having difficulty teaching the young Gryffindor what their professors had failed to do. His hopes, at this point, were not exactly high. They were closer to the ground, as steady as his feet which were not floating in the sky as he should have been at this point. 

“Up!” he stated, arm stretched out for the broom to rise into his hand. Doubtful this time would work the young man closed his eyes, nevertheless hopeful. Again, he stated the command, “Up!” And that was the moment he felt the wooden stick in his hand. A soft smile slipped across his lips, pride. Though it did not last long for only moments later he knew he would have to sit down upon the broom. Yikes. That was when the young man shared one of his closest beliefs, muttered under his breath. “Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet.” For he feared what would come next: flying. 

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( number: 291 ❝You’re being very rude right now.❞ )

Nimble fingers danced across the piano keys as a beautiful melody filled the room. It felt like it had been forever since Remus had last played a tune for Greta, as a matter of fact it had been since their first anniversary. He had played for her after they had been together for a month, one secret of his own unveiled for the girl he believed that he loved. But they were children, they didn’t know what love meant then. To the naked eye, it seemed they were just as clueless after all the years. 

Greta was curled up on the sofa, wrapped in one of Remus’ warmer sweaters as the rain had made her own clothes rather uncomfortable. A warm cup of tea in hand she listened to the wondrous tones that seemed to warm up the room. He had lost himself in the music, almost as though his hands knew which tile to press before his mind recognized it there was a flow of unrecognizable talent. After the young man had finished the piece, his weight shifted on the stool until his attention was given to Greta. 

“Pretty ordinary.” She stated jokingly. He shook his head fondly at the young woman before uttering, “You’re being very rude right now.” Not meaning a single word he had just spoken. He was comforted by the joking manner, and in that very moment he doubted he could be any happier. 

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( number: 3 ❝All I heard was blah, blah, blah i’m a dirty tramp.❞ )

As the designated driver, the friend that didn’t make a habit of drinking absurd amounts of alcohol the young man was put into this situation rather often: to take care of the hungover. But for once, it was Emmeline that the young man was taking care of rather than Sirius or handing James a coffee after he picked himself up from the ground. He had to admit she was slightly more of a graceful drunk, or as graceful as a drunk could be. Remus had made the young woman comfortable on his bed and retreated to the sofa as he was unsure of where Emmeline lived and well, she was in no state to tell him once she was finally ready to leave the pub. 

The next morning he woke to a grouchy Emmeline hanging off the door frame asking if she had done anything embarrassing the night prior. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as Remus answered, “All I heard was blah, blah, blah i’m a dirty tramp when I tried to tuck you into bed.. but other than that I think you’re safe.” 

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( number: 136 ❝I’ve got bags of, uh ,hamburgers for you.❞ ) 

Somehow, the lot of them had decided upon doing a camping trip. Knowing better the other’s had put him in charge of food – terrible idea to say the least. As it was confirmed as soon as they began unpacking one of the two cars they had been squished into for the duration of their trip outside of London. Pulling out the bag of food that he had went out and bought for the trip, he glanced into it already gnawing on his lower lip (a nervous habit he never seemed to be able to shake). The young man made his way over towards Edgar, bags of groceries in hand. 

Sheepishly the young man offered the other a smile as he handed the bag over, “I’ve got bags of, uh, hamburgers for you.” It only took him a couple of instances after he stated that sentence to feel completely and utterly ashamed of himself for only having brought hamburger patties and buns with him. “I didn’t know what to buy, so then… the uh, the store keeper implanted the idea in my head that hamburgers are the new thing. So uh… I guess we’ll be eating hamburgers for a couple of days.” 

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Choosing not to say anything more about it as she saw how embarrassed he was she let the topic go. She didn’t miss how red he turned though and she thought it was adorable. “Perfect, thanks.” She grinned. The cliche people had about British people and tea was one that wasn’t too far of, there were very few people she knew that didn’t like any form of tea. There was a tea for everyone. That was why it was so great. Many people didn’t like coffee for it’s bitter taste, but tea generally didn’t have too strong of aftertaste and could be enjoyed by people of all ages. “I have to be. They rarely understand no if you don’t give them a reason. Most men find it hard to grasp that not every woman wants them.” Greta rolled her eyes, annoyance clear. “There was this man who had somehow gotten my address and started sending me flowers. My dad wasn’t very happy about that. He made me go to the police and file a restraining order.” It hadn’t been one of her customers, it had been someone who came to her dad’s restaurant a couple of times when she waitressed there when someone on the staff was sick.

“It’s not fine. Oh my god, does it hurt a lot? Let me see.” Her tone was concerned as she quickly walked over to him, taking his hand and examining it, quickly pulling him towards the sink and opening up the faucet to let the cold water fall. She didn’t think about what she was doing, only knowing that it was important to get cold water on your burn to minimise pain. She’d been burned enough in the kitchen to know how different it felt if she let it cool off opposite to when she did nothing. It certainly wasn’t a pleasant feeling, either way. Standing way too close to each other now she stepped away, suddenly nervous at the proximity. “You need to leave it under the water for a few minutes, it’ll hurt less that way.” She could’ve said that instead of practically dragging him towards the sink. How embarrassing.

Remus felt the pull that the young woman executed, dragging him to the sink regardless of his statements that he was alright. He knew pain, most of all physical pain and yet he always seemed to be surprised by the little things. Breaking every bone in one’s body and feeling one’s own skin tear to pieces? Child’s play. But a little burn whilst attempting to do right about anything in the kitchen? Huge ordeal. This was the odd nature of Remus John Lupin. Nevertheless, throughout all the pain he did not want to be a weight another person had to carry and so he acted like everything was alright and it was nothing. Though he saw himself as a good liar, Greta seemed to make him less of one. Her touch, whilst slightly terrifying was one that made him sink into another world entirely, one where he was happy to be taken care of. It was strange, and he could never put a finger on it, when trying to put this very feeling into words he failed miserably for he had never felt anything quite like it.

The moment the cold water fell onto his hand the young man finally relaxed. Not quite noticing the intimacy of the distance between them, only registering it as she stepped back. He let his hand remain under the faucet, waiting for the burning sensation to cool down ever so slightly and not pulsate up his arm. “Thank you.” The young man almost whispered. Dark hues averted towards the young woman, “I really tried… I suppose I’m just a walking disaster when it comes to the kitchen…” Remus began to gnaw on his lower lip, a nervous habit he had come into many years ago. His lips were always chapped and slightly bruised for this habit did seem to do its fair share of wear and tear on his body. “How about some lemon juice? I have some in the fridge fresh from the market, don’t worry I didn’t attempt to press that myself.”

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Life as they knew it had changed entirely. Each day was a new adventure, however not in the most pleasant of ways. Remus had finished Hogwarts with excellent grades and yet it was fear that was holding him back. He knew if he came too close, the world would do damage. He knew that it was simply a matter of time before those empowered would turn to more drastic measures and then he would have a rather large target on his back. Half-blood and werewolf didn’t look all too good on a resume these days. So the young man hid in the muggle world, hoping to enjoy those fleeting moments of joy that life had to offer. And this was one of them. “Edgar...” he called out to his friend, a welcoming smile curling upon his features. Remus had seen posters of a muggle fair in London that he was more than excited to go to, and hellbent on dragging the other along with him. “You ready to go? All the cotton candy isn’t going to eat itself.” 

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One didn’t have to know him for long to figure out that he was a mess in the kitchen, cooking and Remus didn’t mix well. It was if one wanted to mix water and oil, the oil would keep on floating upwards no matter what. Greta thought it was adorable, how truly hopeless in the kitchen he was. She felt bad, worried that he wasn’t eating well enough. There wasn’t much she could say on the skills the other Marauders had in the kitchen as she did not know well enough to be able to form any kind of judgement, but she was under the assumption that none of them could cook very well. So she took it upon herself to bring Remus some food a few times a week. He always praised her so much for it and she could tell how grateful he was. Unable to stop herself from smiling when she noticed his reaction to the food she brought despite not even having tasted it yet. “You haven’t, actually.. A goddess huh? That’s some high praise. Thank you.” Greta laughed softly, blushing slightly. It wasn’t every day someone called her a goddess, after all.

“Berries.” She didn’t take long to make up her mind, never having been fond of chamomile. “It’s tiring, but I do like it. No day is quite like the other, you don’t get bored easily.” She didn’t know if she wanted to go to a muggle university or do something else after graduation, but then she saw the poster in the Leaky Cauldron and applied and swiftly got the job. “There was this one man about my father’s age. Quite persistent.” Greta started, grimacing, disgust on her face. She didn’t have daddy issues, she had mommy issues. “Quickly became uninterested when I told him I had three children.” The man let off her after that, her little lie having the desired effect.

It was only once Greta had repeated his words to him that Remus realized the severity of them. Out of all the words in the English dictionary he had to blurt the first that came to mind: goddess. It only took a few moments for the young man’s face to turn a bright shade of scarlet red, even to the tips of his ears. And after it only took him a split second to immediately avert his gaze towards anything other than Greta. Remus chose to gift his attention to the tea pot, yes that would be the ideal solution. “Uh yeah… you know… yeah.” Not quite making much of a point as he stumbled over his own words the young man chose to abandon the sentence entirely, a wise decision before he caused more embarrassment on his part.

“Berries it is then.” He paused, listening to her story about the persistent man in the bar. There must have been many of those for Greta was hardly one to be overlooked. “Well, you are a crafty one. I’m glad it worked otherwise who knows whom would be standing before my door demanding to know my relation to you!” A joke, hidden with a hint of truth. It is difficult to know to what ends these types of men would go to.

Nimble fingers quickly wandered to the boiling kettle, lifting it off the stove—not quite paying attention as his mind was racing miles. It was then that the young man felt a burning sensation flush through his system. Immediately shrinking back from the hot metal, it dropped (luckily in a way that didn’t cause the entirety of its contents to spill). It had landed back on the stove. Not one to swear very often, in that moment he could not resist the urge to cry out. “Fuck!” Clutching his hand to his chest, then beginning to wave it around in the air he offered a rather uncomfortable smile. “It’s fine… I’m fine… I should really use uh—I should use something to pick it up next time.”

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A hand pressed against his chest, a look of profound betrayal crossing his features, save for his smiling eyes, at Remus’ words.  “You wound me.  Hope loves me, she’d never call me a dumbass.”  The look of betrayal dropped and a simple smile remained, matching the smile in his eyes now that he walked beside his friend.  He never felt unsettled, walking through Knockturn Alley, even at night.  He was used to it by now and had made his presence so common place that he wasn’t likely to be bothered.  But that Remus came to meet him anyway made him happy, so he didn’t feel the need to mention it.  He chuckled, looking at the frayed strap over his shoulder and back to Remus.  “All they’d get is a half filled sketchbook and — well okay fair they’d get the keys to the flat.  We’d need to change the locks.  Which should be easy.  Given that we’re wizards.  Besides.  I like this bag.  It has character.  Charisma.  A history.”  

“This is a fact, my apologies, I called you a dumbass.” Remus felt rather smug for that comment, a boyish side he only ever got to explore in the presence of Sirius. Hand dropped back down to his side, as Remus averted his attention to the bag strapped over his shoulder, then up to meet Sirius’ eyes. “Well if that’s the case we probably shouldn’t linger around here too much. Who knows what might happen these days...” Truth be told Remus was becoming more worried these days about the political environment that they faced. It was just a matter of time until extreme measures would be taken to control the wizarding population and when that happened he would not be facing the best of odds.