When: 11th January 1980 Where: Hogwarts Who: @bulgaelupin
“Remus, isn’t it?”
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When: 11th January 1980 Where: Hogwarts Who: @bulgaelupin
“Remus, isn’t it?”
not breaking what’s fixed
Time: 23rd of March Place: McKinnon’s Farm Status: Closed, for @inconsolcble
Alcott Avery was dead and Bran’s father was still alive.
She couldn’t go home. She couldn’t go hunt for more Death Eaters. She was stuck.
So she went to where she’d been for the past few weeks anyway, more often than not, and offered Benjy Fenwick her help. Emmeline was still in no position to work and Bran was, as it seemed, still one of the more competent healers around. Curse her mother for having kept right for once. Then again.
Bran liked Benjy. She liked the hard work. And in a way, between blood and potion fumes, her mind was kept off the revelation Fletcher had brought to her, and which had stirred something so great and terrible within her, she wasn’t quite sure how to control it. So for now, she distracted it.
Benjy had just disappeared to the Potter Estate to rescue whatever hadn’t been destroyed in the attack to bring it to the new infirmary at the House of Bones, so Bran was alone with her healing potions. It was then, that the door opened and a poor excuse of a man slurped into the room.
“Lupin,” she said and the grin that appeared on her lips looked almost more wolf-like than he did.