mcorner:
Much like most of Michael’s decisions, this one had been spur of the moment. He knew something was fucking up. Not with the spree of deaths (Murders. Call them what they fucking were.) Or the stupid fucking shows of grieving the Ministry was trying to shove up their arses. No. Something bigger was happening and no one would be honest about it. His friends and Lisa kipped off to secret meetings, stopped talking when he entered the room, and Tony was somehow putting himself in the line of fire. It only took a few times of hearing their former professor’s name muttered to put the pieces together. So he found himself outside of Professor Lupin’s door, knocking aggressively, after running off under the guise of an errand. “Professor! I didn’t write. You got a minute or you too busy patching your sweaters or drinking tea or some shit?” Restless, his hands came up to brace the doorway of the older man’s home as he leaned in and spoke in a lower volume. “I gotta know what the fuck is going on. Please.”
There was a lot going on and it was familiar but it felt like the intense swelling pain all over again. Remus should have predicted something like this but every time he wanted to talk, nothing came out. He knew he needed to hide himself away before he destroyed everything in his past like last time. The Redeemers would get what was coming to them soon but until then, they needed a plan. Not one with holes or corners that could be cut, but a ruthless plan to match the wits of them. Remus had doubted their intentions and that had been his first mistake. Perhaps he had been too confident in those he relied on.
A brutal knock came from the door and he approached it, wand near his side but he was caught off guard to see Michael Corner. A former student he didn’t know would appear at his door anytime. “Mister Corner, what are you doing? Are you alright?” he asked, his voice dripping in concern and confusion. “What are you talking about? Michael?”









