#silveranddittany

[starbrightblack]

Playing Catch-up

Location: Sirius’ apartment in Muggle London Time: November 26, 1981 Status: for @silveranddittany​

It had taken far too long for Remus to agree to go out and see a local muggle band Sirius assured him were going to make it big soon. There was a lot going on at the McKinnon place, he knew, but that didn’t mean Remus had to keep himself constantly focused on what that was. Sirius was of the opinion that all his friends had forgotten how to breathe with everything going on. There was finally something big coming, and Sirius saw no reason not to let loose a little before they got there.

He was in the kitchen finishing his dishes from lunch when he heard the floo. Instantly his hand went to his wand, and he called out, “Remus?” He didn’t relax until he heard the response, but Sirius gladly wandered into the other room. “It’s about time! The gig starts in twenty minutes, and I was hoping we’d have time to get a little tipsy before it starts. That’s okay. We can figure it out during.”

For a split second, Sirius hesitated. It had been ages since they’d really seen each other like this, and he wasn’t sure if Remus would be comfortable. Plus, there was that nagging concern that seeing Remus face-to-face instantly pushed away. This was one of his best friends. Sirius refused to let anything get in the way. So, without any further fanfare, he flopped an arm around Remus’ shoulders and led him straight for the door, not caring about the dishes still sitting in the sink.

“I’m telling you they’re going to be great,” he promised as they left Sirius’ building. “Just a couple blocks. It’s at that place when went to when I first moved in?” That felt like ages ago, even though it had been just a couple years. Every month felt like a decade, though, while they all waited for things to change. Sirius still wasn’t sure if they were changing them.

[trustingpotter]

Bridging Gaps | The Marauders

Date: December 6th, 1981 Location: Potter Estate @silveranddittany​ & @starbrightblack​

James felt like he was the only one holding things together. Lily had killed someone innocent. Not that she’d meant to and James couldn’t find it in himself to be angry with her for it - but it was still something they had to deal with. Something that sickened him, just a bit.

And then there was Remus and Sirius. Both of them had gotten injured in the mission, despite James having been the one of the front lines. It was supposed to be him! Not his friends! He’d visited them both several times while healing up. Had gone to meetings with the inner-circle to discuss Frank and Lily’s mishap. Had talked about how the papers were handling everything. James had been busy and exhausted the last week - but there was still more to do. 

Sirius would be getting cleared tomorrow and James had made plans with Remus to come visit while they had a few moments of downtime. Or, rather, James had told Remus to meet him there. No asking involved. “Buck up, mate,” James said to Sirius, leaning back in a chair and kicking his feet up on the bed. It was his favorite pun. “You won’t be locked up much longer.”

[artemthevictorious]

Silver of Hair and The Moon

Location: McKinnon Farms Date: December 28, mid-afternoon Starter: @silveranddittany​

What Artem had heard about werewolves being protected by the Order had been a critical piece of them finally reaching out to join. That had meant some bitter when they realized that protect just meant letting-live-in-the-woods, but most werewolves didn’t seem to want to be involved in wix society. Artem had never understood why. Twenty-nine days out of thirty they could hide what they were. Artem didn’t get why they wouldn’t make the most of that.

They’d heard Remus Lupin had become a kind of contact for the werewolves, so on a day they didn’t have anything going on, Artem headed to the McKinnon place to see if he was around. Perhaps he might have some insight to help Artem understand their situation a bit better than he might have otherwise expected.

“Oh, hello,” they said, leaning against the door to a sitting room where he was on the couch with a book. “Remus Lupin, right? You’re just the wizard I was looking forward.”

[ainsleyabbott]

Peel Back the Furs

@silveranddittany | in response to this.

Ainsley peered around the doorframe and was surprised to see Remus Lupin, of all people, a dishevelled bundle of -- were those nails on the floor at his feet? How both odd and unexpected. When the cacophonous clatter had roused her from her study of the old texts she was looking through in hopes of finding anything useful about the orb -- either real or fake -- that had caused all the fuss and flummery of a few days ago, she had expected to see someone like SIrius or Dorcas on the other end of the noise; not Remus.

He seemed such a comparatively sensible lad, as far as the younger generation of Order recruits went, despite his somewhat questionable choice in friends...

Questionable choice in friends. That phrase tripped an augery in the back of Ainsley’s mind and instead of pulling back as she had intended to do upon realizing that there was neither a disaster nor a mess large enough to require help clearing away, she stepped forward and rounded the corner towards him, her eyes flashing sharper than those dull nail-points behind her wide spectacles.

“Remus!” she said. “Just the person I was looking for.” Well, not precisely; she had been focused on an entirely separate task a moment ago -- but her brain had been treading treacle for several minutes, and it was time to take a break and try a different line of thought for an hour or two if she wanted to freshen her thoughts up enough to make any progress. “I’ve got some questions about werewolves, and I wanted to consult an expert. Do you have a few minutes?”

A cool clunk against her toes reminded her of the sound that had first drawn her attention and she looked down to see a bundle of nails scattered on the floor in from of the young wizard. “Uh...unless you’re already in the middle of something, sorry...?”

[bristlybranwen]

order(ed)

Location: McKinnon Farm, court Time: 10th of January, rather early in the morning Status: Closed, for @silveranddittany​

Usually Bran would’ve tried to argue her way out of this job, or at least accepted it solely with a visible, palpable air of disgruntledness. Today she was just ... tired. It wasn’t the first time happened. Being called to the Estate and ordered out on a job. Being asked to put her medicine training into use by brewing people tea. Being this tired...

More failures after stupid arguments after failures after illness. This was how she’d recapitulate the last three months she had had. There was not a single thing gone right. No cause for joy or celebration or even pride. The Order decided on yet another mission? Sure, whatever. The Order refused to listen to the points she had to make and how they could actually begin harming the other side? What else was new? The Order sent her an owl at six in the morning, ordering her around to run after one of those whiny children that for some reason wanted to be in the Order but had no willpower whatsoever? All right!

It all seemed futile now, anyway. To fight or not to fight. At this point she just had to ride it out. So when that Remus Lupin boy she’d been ordered to talk to walked past, she raised a hand and snapped into his face to attract his reaction, but barely even bothered looking up from her gaze going into nothingness -- somewhere past the gates. “How’s a-going, pretty boy, I was told to give you a message.”

[auror-frank]

Arrival: [ Remus | Frank ]

Frank wasn’t so sure he was welcome at the Potter Estate. It wasn’t that he had done anything wrong so much as he didn’t want to ask anyone what had happened since he had been gone. Besides, no one aside from Alice had probably noticed he was gone.

Hell, he almost liked being sick if it meant that he didn’t have to worry about the rest of the wizarding world. And the world could get along without him just fine.

The McKinnon Estate was the next best place to be, he supposed. Not very many of the main cast—Alice included—would be there. Besides, he didn’t feel like getting roped into something strenuous in the meantime; he still felt a bit feverish and tired and no one would really care, would they?

He waved at the figure outside as he approached the estate, more out of politeness than anything else, but it was quick; his scarf was dislodged a bit and he moved to wind it tighter around himself. Remus wasn’t someone he knew well nor was he someone who he had any expectations for Frank.

“I’ve just gotten back—from St. Mungo’s. How are you doing?”

It was a start. A bad one. A basic one. But how else was Frank going to figure out what’s happened otherwise?

@silveranddittany​ 

[untamedmeadowes]

Crossing Paths in Piccadilly

@silveranddittany

The bus pulled up to a stop on the corner and Dorcas walked off with legs that barely trembled. Somehow, no matter how many times she took the rattling, thumping Knight Bus, sitting on Muggle transport always made her edgy. The ride might have technically been smoother, but it didn’t feel it -- not to her, not where it counted. But she’d made it without embarrassing herself by counting out the wrong change more than once, without asking for a cup of cocoa or flinching when some stranger sat on the weird little bench next to her (why didn’t they just use chairs on their buses like normal people?), without shrieking when a big lorry passed within inches of their big red side without either vehicle swerving or shrinking, without squirming too much at the unfamiliar feeling of a purple velour tracksuit brushing against her limbs...

No, it had been a successful bus ride, and now she was standing at the edge of Piccadilly Circus, bracing herself to enter the tumult and let herself disappear for a while. Dorcas wasn’t particularly adroit at navigating the Muggle world, but she could do it -- certainly better than most of the wix she knew. Grandma Zawe had taught her the basics (enough times, until it stuck), saying that it was good to know how to deal with the non-magical parts of the city too just in case -- just in case of what, she had never specified. To young Dorcas it had been a game to play with her favorite grandmother, pretending that there was something bad that they were sneaking around against; these days, so many of Grandma Zawe’s stories and lessons had come to seem prescient -- and decidedly useful.

Not that Dorcas was sneaking around in the Muggle world to avoid danger, just now -- but she was avoiding the magical on purpose, avoiding the people there that she didn’t want to talk to, didn’t want to face.

Go figure, then, that the very first face she would run into would be a familiar one: Remus Lupin, of all people. Of all people. What was this, the hallways of Hogwarts after hours? What was Remus Lupin doing here? Maybe he hadn’t seen her, and she could just turn around and dissolve in the crowd of -- nope, eye contact. She was trapped.

“Uhhhhh...afternoon,” she said cleverly. Mustered a grin. “Fancy seeing you here, huh?”

[epoxiimise]

The Hunt Begins | Fenrir&Remus

Date: December 9, 1981 Location: Kielder Forest @silveranddittany​

Fenrir didn’t know the name - he’d heard too many different ones to tell who the person was that had been sneaking around his camps, stealing his wolves. It might have been true that Fenrir was a bit busier these days appeasing the humans - those with the Mark on their arms - to check in on his various packs the way he used to. But they were still his... and there was a reason he’d devoted his time to the Dark Lord. If everything went his way, he would be the one coming out victorious.

The wolves would no longer have to hide - no longer have to subject themselves to the little outskirts of the world. Wizards would fear teeth even more than they did already. And Fenrir... he would have his picking. Whatever child he needed to build his army.

Oh yeah, Fenrir had a plan. And someone was trying to ruin it. Claim that the Dark Lord - that Fenrir - did not care for the wolves. Convince them to leave with him. Move to a side which was surely as corrupt as his own. And it was starting to work. Wolves were leaving - his packs were growing smaller. It had only grown more important in his mind when Dolohov had claimed he’d met one of the pups on the grounds of Nott Estate the night Mrs. Nott had died.

But Fenrir knew where his pups were... and they hadn’t been placed at the estate. No, only Fenrir himself had been granted the honor of Death Eater robes - Death Eater duties. So he’d set a plan. If this Castor (or whoever) wanted werewolves, then he would find one.

“Ah,” Fenrir said in that raspy voice, when a scrawny wolf approached. Fenrir sniffed. The other smelled like human... smelled of desperation. Based on his clothing, the cut of his hair, the wizard wand... this was a man who wanted to be a man. “I would say sorry for luring you in here like, but you’ve been sayin’ your one of mine... and what’s mine is mine, after all. Castor, is it? Been poaching, I hear?”