#para:remus

[personallyassassinated-blog]

dorcas & remus ❉ covert mission ❉ summer 1978

@lupineandlost

    ❉ SHE FELT THIS AGONY for millions of years. When Dorcas Olivia Meadowes walks through the concrete jungle that is London, she can feel the decimation of brittle bones crushing beneath worn tennis shoes.

       June 11- a body blackened from blunt force trauma, mangled so badly even gender couldn’t be distinguished was discovered hung upside down in the center of Hyde Park.

      June 12- a once happy family made up of three boys, a baby girl, a mother, and a father were found dead in their home, each with the same look of utter consternation warping their frightened, dead features; and the real kicker, the house was locked from the inside.

      And now, now it was June the thirteenth and prevention needed to be taken. Seven dead in two days after a two week break of nothing from these sick fucks. To think, she had been planning on backpacking her summer away, but safety was so s c a r c e she would be mad to leave now. It was join the Order of the Phoenix or sit idle, bored and terrified.

      It’d been a bizarrely cool summer reaching occasional chills as the sun sank behind the Earth and thus on the overcast, late-afternoon Tuesday in the middle of June, Dorcas wore a light, black windbreaker and long, tight black jeans. She was dressing the part of a Londoner and as she approached Remus John Lupin, sneaking up on him from behind at their designated meeting spot- a nondescript statue of a woman on the West End- she was proud she’d gotten no looks from Muggles for missing a beat in their fascinating fashion trends.

     Light feet tread quietly and she waited until she could smell his distinct scent, something outdoorsy, musty yet sweet, before she leaned forward, her rust-colored hair brushing against his strong shoulder.

     “Boo,” she said quietly into the shell of his ear. “It feels like fall. I’m in the mood for Halloween.” My birthday. “Sorry, Lupin. Probably totally inappropriate to be in the mood for pretend fear when I should be really afraid. I guess I’m just not expecting much tonight. Hopefully we will be lucky. You ready?” Eighteen years old and with minimal training, Dorcas was ill-prepared for whatever was to come.

      It was better to dive in then stand in shallow waters, earning nothing but cold feet.

[evansslily]

[Flashback] A night to remember | Remus & Lily | March 78

Conforme o aniversário de Remus Lupin se aproximava, foi se tornando cada vez mais difícil esconder a festa surpresa que Potter, Black e Pettigrew organizavam. Lily tentou mostrar-se últil aos colegas da melhor forma que podia, seja colaborando para manter Remus totalmente cego para o que acontecia bem embaixo de seu nariz, oferecendo-se para ajudar nos encantamentos dos distintivos dos monitores ou até mesmo candidatando-se como monitora responsável em levar os alunos da casa de Godric Gryffindor até a misteriosa sala do sétimo andar do castelo. Não era uma tarefa muito fácil, veja bem, porque além do número generoso de estudantes para guiar levando em conta apenas a luz que emitia do distintivo que ela levava em uma das mãos, todos eles estavam fantasiados, o que tornava o trajeto mais difícil ainda, especialmente quando paravam para conversar entre si sobre suas fantasias e acabavam se distraindo. Haviam sido muito sortudos por chegar a sala precisa sem sustos e imprevistos e, com o avançar das horas, aquele salão parecia borbulhar de jovens bruxos e bruxas conversando, dançando e aproveitando todo o álcool proporcionado pelos Marauders e os gêmeos Prewett. A contar pela quantidade de estudantes bêbados, aquela festa certamente estava sendo um verdadeiro sucesso.

Lily ajustou a enorme réplica da espada de Godric Gryffindor atada a sua cintura por um cinto de couro enquanto tomava mais alguns goles de sua cerveja amanteigada. Estava bastante orgulhosa de sua fantasia, uma versão feminina do fundador de sua casa cuja ideia que lhe pareceu nada menos do que genial. Vestia calças de camurça cor de chocolate com botas até os joelhos da mesma cor para acompanhar, um confortável espartilho por baixo de uma túnica vermelho escuro com amarrações em tiras de couro em seu colo, mangas bufantes e uma capa de veludo vermelho escuro que ia até os seus joelhos e tinha o leão de Godric bordado no tecido para não restar dúvidas sobre quem estava fantasiada. Seu enorme e ondulado cabelo avermelhado estava meio preso em diversas tranças, finalizando a fantasia bastante elaborada que havia levado semanas para ser montada mas que exprimia nada menos do que orgulho em quem a vestia. Talvez tivesse exagerado um pouquinho em seu house pride, mas isso certamente não era algo do qual se envergonhava.

“Remus!” Exclamou quando avistou o amigo próximo da mesa de bebidas, apressando-se para encontrá-lo já que achar o aniversariante livre em sua própria festa era algo raro. “Happy birthday!” Gritou entusiasmadamente (talvez a quantidade de cervejas amanteigas ingeridas tivesse uma parcela de culpa), esticando-se para abraçá-lo com um enorme sorriso no rosto. “E não se preocupe, o seu presente já foi comprado, encomendado e está muito seguro em meu dormitório até que eu possa entregá-lo para você. Tenho certeza de que vai gostar bastante, não vai ter do que reclamar este ano.” Adiantou, balançando a cabeça positivamente enquanto sorria para o melhor amigo, lembrando-se do pequeno fracasso que havia sido o presente de aniversário que havia lhe dado no ano passado, algo que, felizmente, seria definitivamente esquecido esse ano graças ao que havia escolhido para ele.

[doeadear]

Study Date || Roe

Doe's shoes made quiet clicking noises on the stone floors as she walked briskly down the halls to the library where she and Remus had agreed to meet. It was cold and she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder before hugging herself against the late winter chill. Her breath came out in short puffs, small clouds flying from her mouth, as she made her way through the hallways. She was a little late... or a lot late... but, in her defense, it had taken a while to finally figure out just how she wanted her hair. 

She wasn't nervous about this, per say... okay, that was a lie. She was pretty nervous and that was probably why she was almost five minutes late. She wanted to impress Remus, since she obviously couldn't do so with her academic abilities. She rounded the corner, knowing she was close and nearly sprinted down the hall. This was not a good way to start their first study session. 

[missemmeline-vance]

You Take My Hand and Drag Me Headfirst || Remmeline

Emmeline rushed around her dorm, trying to smooth down her hair and fix her makeup all at once. She felt like such a girl getting so flustered over a date, but it was Remus. It wasn't just a date, it was her shot with someone she had been embarrassingly pining over for almost four years. She needed to look perfect. 

She had changed out of her usual robes into a casual dress she had borrowed from Lily's drawer, she'd have to remember to thank her for that one later, ya know... when she actually told her she had borrowed it. She had worn a pair of her own flats, not trusting herself to stay upright in heels the whole night. She worked some more of the nervous energy off while she fixed the small amount of makeup she had applied before making her way into the common room to wait for Remus. 

[marleneknows-best]

1st July 1979 // Founder's Gala // Marlene and Remus // "Dancing through life"

Before Marlene had left her flat, she had talked to her sister for a bit through the fireplace. Diana was attending the gala as well and when Marlene gushed about her new gown (“Turquoise, Di! It brings out my eyes so.”), Diana scoffed and told her that she was very foolish for being so excited.

“It’s just a pitiful attempt to get us to pretend that things aren’t bad,” Diana had said, the fire crackling around her. “I know I work for the Ministry, but Marls, you have to understand that this is just… opium for the masses.”

Marlene said nothing, which Diana must’ve picked up on, because she changed the subject before leaving to get ready.

Really, what was the harm in having fun for one night? Marlene knew just as well as the next person how taxing the war could be. What did it matter that she let down her hair for one evening and dance through the night? She would wake up the next day with a mission from the Order and she’d go back to her work and be worried and concerned then. But tonight, she would curl her hair and slip into that beautiful new gown and strut into the ballroom, head held high. She would dance and she would have fun.

Indeed (if she did say so herself), Marlene looked absolutely ravishing that night. Her gown, the one she had pinned after and succeeded in snagging from Madam Malkin’s, was a deep turquoise color, plunging dramatically at the neckline, with a lace trim. Her blonde hair was half pinned up and curled. She arrived at the gala a few minutes late (one must always be fashionably late) and was pleased to find many people staring at her as she sauntered in.

It was about halfway through the night when she found herself without a partner. A bit of a disappointment really, but one could always use a break. She walked over to the refreshments table, reaching for a glass of wine. As she stood on the sidelines, she watched the dancing couples. It was a very long and very corny ballad that was playing now and Marlene assumed that most of the partners on the floor were actually couples. She glanced at them now, trying to see if she could spot anyone that she knew, but then decided to take a sip of her wine. Her eyes flitted across the floor, searching for someone of interest that she could talk to while this boring song was playing (and perhaps, secure a partner for the next dance). Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar young man and she smiled to herself, taking another sip from her glass.

“Hello Remus,” she said, walking over to him. “Silly song, isn’t it?” She laughed and looked up at him. “I didn’t think you were coming to the gala. Dances aren’t really your thing, are they? Though I do suppose that Founder’s Day Galas don’t come along so often so maybe you came along just to see how this one was turning out.” Marlene shrugged and then reminded herself not to talk so much. She hadn’t known Remus well in their school days, even though they had been the same year. Somehow, he always seemed overshadowed by his louder and cockier friends. She had known him, yes, fought to get top marks alongside him, talked to him on a few occasions, ran into him even more so (especially now as they were both in the Order), but Marlene always felt that she had put him off a bit, with her fast-talking mouth. She really didn’t want to do that now. So she smiled at him and said, “You look very nice this evening.” 

[montague-katherine]

Chocolates

Title: Chocolates Time: N/A Location: Somewhere in the Courtyard(?) Tagged: Katherine, Remus

She needed the chocolates to keep her from bursting out in tears. That was thing about those spiked sweets. They kept her mellow enough to keep her cool while she was alone, but with other people, they forced the memories of what she was hiding to the front of her brain and put her in an extremely fragile state. Katherine, at that point, was sober enough to have a good idea of what was going on and what they were about to speak about, but drunk enough to not think of the repercussions. But that was probably the state she needed to be in if there was any hope of bringing her misery to an end. Not that she believed it would end. But that didn't mean she wasn't about to take a step in the right direction.

A bit reluctantly she handed Remus the box of chocolates, then put a hand over her mouth to keep a hiccup from escaping, "Do you...really care to listen, Remy--Remus? I don't want you to pretend like you care. I don't deal with people...like that. Or I try not to."

[thisrelentlessmarauder]

Remus: Little Lion Man

Sirius paced outside the hallway far longer than he had to to make the door appear. In fact, at this point, he was just pacing. He wasn't even thinking about making the room be what he needed; he was just focused on killing a little time. It was after dinner, and Remus was waiting, and Sirius was chickening out of going inside. He had to do it. He had to tell him that they weren't... whatever they were anymore. And he didn't want to do that, he didn't want to see the look on his face, he didn't want to look at the best person he knew and tell him that he didn't want him. He didn't want to lie. But time was slipping and Remus would be wondering, and he thought very clearly that I need to find Remus Lupin, and then he went inside the door that appeared, and there he was. There was Remus Lupin, and he was standing in the center of a large, empty room. He cleared his throat and looked around, stepping inside and closing the door. "Wasn't there, er, furniture last time we were here?" And by furniture, of course, he meant one very large, comfortable bed that they made very good use of. 

[thisrelentlessmarauder]

The Hospital Wing: Remus

Sirius was always antsy while he waited for Remus to wake up on the morning after the night before. He was never patient. He didn't like waiting for anything, but he especially didn't like waiting for Remus. He worried about Remus; he was scared for Remus. No one had gotten hurt too badly, at least. He knew Remus was pretty torn up every time, but it was no worse than usual. Padfoot and Moony had gotten in a bit of a wrestling match, and though the wolf was playing, Sirius had gotten some bruises as a result. He'd done what he could to heal and cover the black eye since he knew Remus felt guilty about such things, but he hadn't been able to mask the purple swelling entirely, and he was just hoping he wouldn't notice.

 James and Remus were still sleeping up in the dorms, but Sirius hadn't yet gone to bed. He waited, like he did every morning after a full moon. Sirius always held Remus' hand in the mornings while he waited for him to wake. If anyone thought anything of it, they knew better than to say.