i'm over the moon

remus j. lupin werewolf. student. full moon patrol.

[wixenprince]

Workday Blues | Open

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wixenprince:

Severus sat up straight in his seat when he heard the bell chime on the door, ready to get up and have Lily relieve him, but his shoulders slumped forward again in dismay when he realized it was only Remus. Only Remus, he thought with a little scoff; only my most potentially dangerous customer. 

Out of all of his customers, though, Remus didn’t bother him too much day-to-day. He was a nice fellow, seemed to be pretty smart, but the circumstance of his business was what really made Severus’ skin crawl. He never understood the public’s fascination with werewolves, and he himself found them to be frightening more than anything else. As the full moon grew closer, he always worried that for some reason the tea wouldn’t work, and the first thing he always did on the morning after a full moon was check the papers for anything regarding an ‘animal attack’. Perhaps he was just paranoid, but Severus wasn’t taking any chances.

“Good morning, Remus,” he replied once the man had walked over to the counter. Severus nodded at his request. “Of course. We always have more of your blend ready to go,” he said, giving him a tiny smile before he ducked down to rifle through the drawers beside him. Generally, he kept a box of Remus’ tea right at the font of the store in case if he stopped by, but today it wasn’t in its usual spot. His brows furrowed and he glanced back up at the man for a second before hopping off of his stool and quickly opening all of the other drawers and cabinets that were behind him. “Er, maybe it’s… Did you come in for some last week? I…” he muttered half to himself, still not finding anything. 

Eventually, Severus gave up and turned to Remus with an expression that was equally apologetic and worried. “I’m… Sorry,” he started, scratching the back of his head. “I always make extra of yours, but we’ve been getting more customers than usual and I must’ve forgotten to make more amidst everything else.” Severus took his seat again and quickly scribbled down a note for himself, chewing his bottom lip. “I can make some right now if you have time to wait, though Lily is out so I’ll need her to come back first to run the counter… Or I can bring you some tonight, once I’ve had time to make it. We certainly don’t want you running out of tea.”

"Ah, sorry." Remus pressed a hand to his forehead and shook his head in contrition. "You prefer Severus. Forgive me; it's so automatic." He tried to return the smile, but the other man had already ducked his head to search through the drawers. He tapped his fingers on the counter as he waited, drumming a made-up rhythm. He was trying to think of what else he could do while he was out and about, if only to avoid going back to studying for a little while. There was a sociology paper that needed writing, and a chapter on the wixen and non-wixen relations in the colonies which, he had to admit, he was pretty excited to read.  

He was pulled from his thoughts by Severus' furrowed brow and muttering. "Er... I don't believe so," Remus answered, which was a polite way of saying no. If he'd come in last week, there would have been no need to come in this week. Still, he waited while Severus searched the cupboards and drawers, his eyebrows rising when the search came up empty. Not out of anger of worry, just out of surprise. He was so used to being able to walk in and buy the tea on any given day that he hadn't even considered that he might have to leave without it.

"Oh. That's alright," Remus said, trying to reassure the man, who looked quite perturbed about the situation. They really did take customer service here very seriously. "It was rude of me not to call ahead. I shouldn't have assumed." And he had assumed. He was going to make sure to call ahead next time, just in case.

Remus paused at the suggestion of Severus delivering to his apartment.  It was nothing to do with Severus of course; Remus trusted the man to make his Wolfsbane Tea after all. It was more to do with a general reluctance that he had about inviting people to his home, or having them know where he lived. When he was out in the world, he did what he had to do, smiled and entertained and let them poke around in his personal life. His apartment was a safe haven, a place cut off from the gossips and the people who saw him as a tame werewolf. Severus wasn't one of the gossips, Remus was sure of that, but he just wanted to keep certain aspects of his life separate. And if Severus delivered the tea to his apartment, Remus would have to invite him in for a cup of something.

Besides, he had been looking for something to occupy his time; an excuse not to return to studying just yet. "I could wait a little," Remus said, as if the decision had been made in a split second. He wandered over to to the side of the store to look around, before casually asking: "How did you fare in the great Salamander Incident?"

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[wixenprince]

Workday Blues | Open

After the commotion from the Morel Ltd. scandal died down, things in Tea and Talons went back to normal too. The regular customers came and went, and thanks to a new friend, Severus had been able to craft his special-ordered healing brew on time. And with every ‘miracle’ his teas performed, the shop received more and more attention from high-class fellows and working men alike. Their traditional brews were good, but word on the street was that their enhanced brews were even better.

With more people noticing the shop, they had started to run low on ingredients several times each week. Today they’d discovered that they were completely out of cardamom pods, and since Severus had rushed out to their supplier the previous day, it was Lily’s turn to dash through town before someone ordered one of their spice blends. While Severus was glad to not have to leave the shop, this also meant that he was unfortunately in charge of watching the counter and tending to the customers - his least favourite part about owning a business.

So, once the teatime rush had died down a little and the last stragglers were chattering away in their seats, Severus was perched on a stool into the corner or the shop as he tapped the back of a pencil on the counter. His apron hung on the wall beside him, and he was itching to get back down into their workshop so that he could finish a few requests that were to be picked up later in the week. But Lily still hadn’t returned, so he stared at the open door with lips pressed together thinly, anxiously waiting for her to waltz in with their supplies.

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Remus was officially low on tea. Which, for Remus, meant that he'd had to open his back-up box, and not that he had an actual dwindling supply of Wolfsbane Tea. He was no fool after all, and regularly kept two or three boxes of tea in his kitchen, just in case the worst should happen and he lost more than one box in some kind of tea-related disaster. Given the consequences of skipping even one day of the tea, Remus was going to be absolutely sure that he always had a supply of the foul-tasting concoction around.

Which was why he'd taken the time today to head down to Tea and Talons. Ever since the little shop had opened, Remus had been charmed by the shopkeepers and the store itself. It was nice to see a tea store that was owned and operated by people closer to his age; the small talk was different, for one thing. Instead of pestering him with inappropriate questions about his lycanthropy and his (non-existent) pursuit of young ladies, he could talk about his studies or music or the news or anything else.

The door to the shop was open but Remus still stepped over the threshhold tentatively, his head poking through before the rest of his body to check out the scene. Hm. Empty, except for one of the shop's owners, sitting in the corner of the shop. Remus silently lamented that it wasn't Miss Evans waiting behind the counter; she had such a naturally friendly countenance, but he reminded himself not to be rude and stepped inside the shop.

"Mr Snape," he said, greeting the man with a smile. "Good morning. I'm just here to restock, or to place an order, if you don't have any lying around. I'm reduced to one box at home. Can't go running out of tea now, can I?" He widened his eyes in an expression of mock worry.

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with just a coat to keep you warm | open

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James was in a right foul mood. Not only had the fucking mermaid gotten water all overthe floor that morning – really, she livedand breathed water, one would think she could handle keeping it in the bathtubthat he so gratefully offered up – but then he’d gotten pulled from his regularroutine at the docks to clean up someone else’s mess. James knew enough aboutthe shipyards (had participated enough) to understand that nothing was completelylegal here. Morel Ltd., unlike Tibicena, didn’t have the same sort ofreputation as being a respectable operation.James had to hand it to Sirius’s family – they knew how to do business, especiallywhen that business could get them arrested. But that still didn’t change thefact that James didn’t work for Morel Ltd… so why the hell was it his job to run around London gettingburned?

He’d caught several salamanders already. They were scurryingover one another in the metal cage that he’d been given – metal because a netwould easily be scorched through – trying to get out, occasionally catching hispant leg. He’d been on fire at least three times today, but had been put outeasily with the water container he was carrying in his other hand. It madetravel hard. How he was expected to find the salamanders, sneak up on them, andgrab them while holding thirty poundsof fire and water, he had no idea. But he was being paid and, maybe after itwas all over, he could grab a pint or seven and forget this ever happened.

He’d already made his way up the dock and through the close streetsof London, given a wide birth by anyone who noticed the blackened skin fromburns or the sweat and grime from the dockyard, and looped back around. Peekinghis head into the alleys he came across – apparently salamanders liked thedark, which was a shame for James who had terrible eyesight even with enough light – he halted in hissteps when he came across a small fire devouring a crate, a young man crouchednext to it as though the heat didn’t bother him. He was saying something in asoft, soothing voice that James couldn’t quite catch. Anyone who talked likethat to a salamander was off hisrocker and James first thought was someone trying to catch it for his ownpersonal gain. Someone could get a lot of money on the streets for a creaturelike this. James himself had thought about pocketing one for himself, but then scratchedthe idea when he realized he had no way of doing so without burning himself further.

He took a step into the alley and, upon moving closer,noticed the other’s face in the dim lighting the burning crate provided. Jameslet out a breath of relief. It was just Remus – who of course was being kind tothe thing that obviously wanted to set him on fire. But at least James knewthat his friend wouldn’t go about threatening James’ life if he told anyoneabout him stealing the salamander. In fact, Remus was likely trying to save the thing. James had enough troublewith the criminals already – he didn’t need another debt over his head.

“He’ll set you on fire even if I don’t frighten him.” ButJames’ voice was quiet because at least Remus was close to getting one more offthe streets of London and, in return, getting James off the job. “Careful, though, I hear they’re attracted tofur.”

Remus’ head snapped up at the sound of James’ voice, then he winced at the very kind of sudden movement that he’d been trying to avoid. The salamander twitched visibly but otherwise remained where it was, pressed against the ground in what Remus assumed was an effort to go unseen. It was sadly unsuccessful. His face forced into a grimace at James’ words, but there was a laugh behind the expression. “Very funny,” he breathed. It wasn’t the time to be joking, but this was James, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t joked about dangerous things before. “Maybe I should use that to my advantage?” He added sarcastically. “Run home and grab my mink?” He still had the jacket clutched in his hands, which he was beginning to realise would not have gone very well had he continued to be alone, and he started to pull back very slowly.

Which was when he noticed the state of disarray that James was in. Charred, sweaty and notthe picture of health (or workplace safety). Worry settled in Remus’ chest and the words that came out of his mouth were: “You look terrible.” Not to say that James looked picturesque any other day, working at the dockyards, but he looked like he’d taken the brunt of a few salamanders. It made Remus wonder if his friend had perhaps been at the forefront of the chaos, which was when he noticed what James was carrying with him; a metal cage full of the creatures. “Oh,” he said. “Is this one of yours then?” And of course by yours, he actually meant Sirius’, which in turn actually meant Tibicena’s. Remus knew that the things imported and exported through the dockyards weren’t always strictly legal, but he so rarely had anything to do with the place that he’d never had to think too seriously on the subject. If these creatures were from one of Tibicena’s ships however, it was lucky that he had gotten to this one in particular before someone else on the street had.

Which reminded him; getting the creature off the street. Remus pressed his lips together and pulled his jacket back to him completely, holding it with one fist. “Well, I would have tried to trap him in a box, except…” he motioned to the pile of smoking crates with his free hand, which really spoke for themselves at that point. At least the poor little thing had been easy to see against the cobblestones, mostly because of the bright orange-red stripe on its back, but he had to give some of the credit to the flaming crates. Remus shook his head, motioning to the creature. “Look, just help me get this little guy off the street before he sets a building on fire.”

He barely waited for James’ assent before he stretched his jacket out again, wielding it like a net, and moved with purpose towards the salamander. He didn’t hesitate this time; why would he? He had James to back him up now. It was lucky that he hadn’t been trying to cast some kind of spell when James would have turned up during the attempt. That was the last thing Remus wanted to have a conversation about today. He stepped closer and went to make the move to cover the salamander in his jacket…

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30. Fake Relationship

“We need to establish a viable cover story,” Remus said. He was busy inspecting a portrait in the Black’s foyer, or making himself busy by inspecting the age-old painting of some Black family member. It was older than any heirloom he had from his own family, and probably worth a fortune. It was almost amusing to think that these were Sirius’ people, that he probably had a painting somewhere of him in this style, framed in gold spirals. Remus spent so much time in these houses and yet the differences between them and his own home never ceased to be stark and confronting. He wondered if he could ever be comfortable somewhere like this, even the social elites got their wish and he married high above his staton. It didn’t seem possible.

“Hm?” The voice came from across the hall, where Narcissa was choosing a coat for their outing; another wixen rights rally. It the third this month and Remus was starting to get nervous about Miss Black and himself being seen, or worse photographed, at one of the events. It wasn’t illegal to be wixen, nor to attend the rallies, but it would create the kind of charged gossip that would either end in marriage, or being rounded up. Remus wanted neither of those things.

“We need a cover story,” he repeated, turning to face her. She looked quite plain compared to her usual state of dress; a consequence of needing to blend in as they travelled the streets and stood near picketers. Remus felt that even dressed down, Narcissa outshone him and his already modest outfit seemed even plainer. “For why we’ll be seen in public together,” he continued, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “And why I keep appearing at your house.” His brow furrowed, smooth forehead wrinkling as dark eyebrows lowered. “Your mother will form the worst opinion of me and think me improper.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Narcissa mused, in that same tone that she had used when they had first discussed attending the wixen rallies. He still felt a little bamboozled by that conversation; he told himself that if he hadn’t offered to escort her to the rallies, she would have just gone by herself and gotten into trouble, but there was something about the way Narcissa spoke. She could talk even the most witty conversation partners in circles and Remus often had to work twice as hard to keep up. He was sure he held his own though. Well, mostly sure. “I know you’ll think of something, Mr Lupin,” Narcissa said. She had slipped her arms into a dark brown coat, held together at the front with large buttons. She looked quite the picture. “What excuse could we possibly have for being seen in public together so often? And without other company?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him as she pulled on her gloves.

Remus pressed his lips together. A suggestion was right at the edge of his mind… "I suppose,” he started carefully. “It couldn’t hurt to encourage, only if pressed, a rumour that we were in the early stage of courting?” He reached up to rub at the back of his neck, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “Nothing serious, of course. A harmless flirtation that never comes to fruition.” Remus thought he saw her smile, but if so she recovered quickly and pressed a delicate, gloved finger to her chin in thought. “Unless that offends you, of course,” he continued quickly.

“No indeed, I think you may have the correct idea in this,” Narcissa responded after a moment of thought. “Such a rumour might emerge in any case. It would be better to get ahead of it. It’s settled then.” She nodded her head, patted down her skirts, and then motioned minutely towards the door. “Ah, right!” Remus cleared his throat and jumped forward to open the door for her. “After you, Miss Black.” “Thank you, Mr Lupin.”

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“…and from a sociological standpoint, it does seem so interesting,” Narcissa gushed. “I’m ever so fascinated by the wix rights movement. Aren’t you?” She let her eyelashes flutter – just a little. She didn’t want it to look like she was flirting (no more than the customary, requisite flirt of a pretty young lady speaking coyly with a handsome young man of such interesting background; if she wasn’t flirting a little people would think something was wrong) but she did want to keep him both interested and off-balance.

From the slight frown on Remus Lupin’s face, she thought she had succeeded so far – or perhaps he just didn’t much care for the day’s tea (a rich black with rather a dash too much peppermint, in her opinion, but mother loved it so).

Narcissa stirred hers – needlessly, since she had added barely a pinch of sugar to her cup which had long since dissolved – and added lightly, “Of course, just reading about it in the papers is rather unsatisfying, I must admit…or perhaps you disagree? You must do so much reading in university, I suppose you are more used to drawing vigorous conclusion from plain prose…”

“Oh, er – yes, I suppose I do, but – well, there’s something to be said for hands-on research too,” Remus said, slightly flustered (there really was far too much peppermint in this blend; Narcissa made a mental note to adjust it when mother wasn’t looking). “Er, not that I object to the reading they have us do, of course…”

“No, of course not,” Narcissa agreed quickly, “it must be fascinating, that sort of intense academic study. I do wish mother thought a university education more necessary to a young lady’s future, but she’s so dreadfully proper sometimes…” She sighed gustily, a pretense; she wished for no such thing really, but thought she could engender Remus’s sympathy by playing on his apparent enjoyment of his academic pursuits. Cissy would have quite enjoyed deeper study on certain subjects, really; her only objection to university was the idea of having to follow someone else’s lead in what she was to learn, and how. She preferred taking such matters into her own hands.

“Oh, um,” said Remus. He seemed torn how to offer sympathy for her without insulting her mother, the poor dear – or maybe he was just bored with her pouting. Most men found it charming, but sometimes it did fall flat… But then putting his overly-sharp cup of tea down, the gallant werewolf mustered himself – against either the tea or her petulance, Cissy couldn’t be sure – and said, “Well I suppose it wouldn’t be improper to go and have a look, would it?”

Narcissa had to work hard to hide her triumphant grin. “Well…not if I had a proper escort to guide me,” she agreed. “That’s an excellent idea, sir! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself, really.” She fluttered her eyelashes again.

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with just a coat to keep you warm | open

If there was ever a time to know some kind of cold or containment spell, today would have been it. Unfortunately for Remus, his magical education was more than a little lacking in substance and his wand was still tucked away safely under his bed. Wishes and regrets weren't going to help with the fire salamander currently in his path. The creature had set a nearby stack of crates on fire, the flames licking at the cobblestone path as they devoured the wood and searched for somewhere else to take purchase.

Remus had only wanted to visit James. His friend had been hard to get a hold of recently, and with the rift between himself and Sirius, Remus had seen a noticeable lack of social interaction with normal people. That was, people who didn't blink their eyelashes or twirl their moustaches at him, people who he didn't have to smile and bow and politely chuckle at. And he'd just about made it to the dockyards too, until the commotion had caught up to him and he'd realised something wasn't quite right. A short conversation with someone who was very quickly going in the opposite direction told him what was going on. He thought about turning and going back to town but he knew he'd never forgive himself if he found out later that someone had been hurt and he could have helped. Which was how he came across the frightened, shelter-seeking salamander currently in his path.

He knew he couldn't touch it with his hands. That much was obvious. He wasn't even sure what he would do with the creature if he caught it, but he knew that he couldn't leave it running around on the street. The burning of London was still fresh on everyone's minds and if the status of the wooden crates was any indication, blackened and burnt out; then the nearby buildings would not fare well if touched by the salamander's fire. Remus knew he had to contain it, even if it was only one creature of many.

With a deep sigh, Remus slipped his coat off and held it out in front of him with both hands. It wasn't new by any societal standards, but it was the newest coat that he owned, and he was going to be sad to see it scorched. "Alright, little fella," he said gently, stepping forward gingerly. He was barely a foot away from the creature when he heard footsteps in the street and had to keep himself from shrieking or making any sudden movements in surprise. "Please do not frighten him," he whispered to the newcomer. "I would prefer to avoid being set on fire."

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    I ought to say, no, no, no sir                              (mind if I move in closer?)

   At least I’m gonna say that I tried                             (what’s the sense in hurtin’ my pride?)

   I really can’t stay                            (oh baby don’t hold out)

   But baby, it’s cold outside I simply must go                             (but baby, it’s cold outside)

The answer is no … 

                            I’m about to turn into a damn werewolf I have to go!

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  ☕     REMUS LUPIN   ☕   19 - 24   ☕   STATUS: CLOSED CHARACTER

 ☕  GENERAL HISTORY:

There are always going to be those who would rather tear the world down than try and find a place in it, who would use their magic inappropriately. It was Lyall Lupin’s job to stop them from hurting anyone else, so the fact that the one person he failed to protect was his own son was heartbreaking – but it wasn’t Remus’s fault that his father made the wrong sort of enemies.

The newspapers carried the story for months as the police hunted fruitlessly for the culprit. By the time interest waned, Remus had been established as a minor celebrity. Maybe the national outpouring of sympathy made his curse easier to live with; certainly it got him invited to all the bestparties. Who wouldn’t want the coup of such an interesting guest? (So what if he could never attend when the moon was full? Plenty of people had complicated schedules, and at least his was consistent.)

These days the Lupins may no longer be the toast of society (fame is fleeting) but they’re still welcome among those haughty ranks. A salacious story is still good even after it’s simmered for a few years – and besides, Remus is of marriageable age now. Everyone wants to see what kind of person is going to be so enchanted by his tragedy to fall head-over-heels for the charming young werewolf. He has as many invitations now as he ever did (just imagine if they met at your party! Wouldn’t that just be to die for?), more than any one man could reasonably handle even without the additional strain of managing both a “furry little problem” and a university education.

 ☕  CHARACTER DETAILS:

Far from having his career destroyed by the mischance of his son’s infection, Lyall Lupin found himself pushed up the ranks far faster than he earned thanks to the national spotlight on his family. Remus insists that he isn’t bitter about being the cause of his family’s success – and what does he have to be bitter about anyway?

People love a good dichotomy, and the fact that someone who becomes an animal once a month is so charming, so lovely, so flawlessly graceful and polite delights them. (The current fashion for erotic werewolf romance novels probably doesn’t hurt.) Would they mind if they knew how much practice that all took?

Maybe he’s cynical, but being betrayed by someone you thought was your best friend for the sake of a stupid fight would make anyone second-guess the means and motives of the people they meet; no one is going to use Remus like that again, not without his full understanding of what deal they’re making at least.

It’s not exactly a scholarship, but his university fees and housing are all paid for. All he has to do in return is go on “Full Moon Patrols” through various rough neighborhoods or troublesome stretches of countryside with the police, usually Constable Pettigrew who seems to have a special knack for managing werewolves – although that’s mainly thanks to the special (and vile) tea that Remus drinks every day to keep the beast in check.

Of course, what neither the cops nor any of the toffs who fawn over him know is that Remus is both a werewolf and a wix. The former being a lot more socially acceptable than the latter, he’s keen to keep that secret under-wraps – so what is he doing hanging around Wix Rights Protests? Someone’s going to wonder why he cares, and then the fur will really fly.

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☕  REMUS LUPIN

Who could blame the girls for looking. They’d read so many books:

            Ravished By Moonlight

                         Wonderfully Wolfish

                                A Howling Good Time

          And here he was, their scholarly monster: so polite, so gentle, so sweet.

             Yet slyest of all his friends, is he not? And with more to lose than most.

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