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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 6:17:59 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? The world hated him. Having been asked by Dumbledore to join the packs and try to convince the others like him to join him and refusing because of what his father had made him do in the past, Remus had decided to visit the wizarding village of Hogsmeade in order to relax a bit. Given there was a lot of fun he and his friends had so many memories in this particular little town. It was not a weekend and so the students weren’t likely to be here, so he could go around without interruption, especially by those in Gryffindor that were younger than him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see them, but he just wanted to relax. And yet as he was taking a stroll around the area near the village, he was suddenly bombarded by a peppermint bomb. Here he was trying to relax (and almost wanting to see Rose again, though he doubted that would happen), and the next moment he was assaulted in all his senses, especially his sense of smell. He pulled out his wand and searched for Sirius or James or Peter, but none of them were around – hell, no one was around. How would they have known he would end up here? It was as if it were the middle of nowhere? He cleaned himself up and sniffed, his nose stuffy. Tucking his wand away, he fumbled a bit and then found himself in Hog’s Head. A firewhiskey should help. Heat tended to help a stuffy nose in his experience, or it was placebo. It almost felt like he had a cold, but he couldn’t smell anything and who knew how long that would last? Now he would be in a bit of danger compared to before when he could tell when someone was approaching. He could usually tell who they were if he had met them before and focused on their smell, and with this war going on, that would be useful. Yet now he lost it. Maybe one of his friends knew a spell that could counter it. He sighed and covered his face, waving his wand at his face for a bit helping the woozy feeling that had slowly began to wear off.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 6:28:05 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends. The peppermint bomb has worked like a charm. And she was happy about it. It meant she would have a chance to sit next to him. For a few moments. Though, not in her own face. She watched him walk into the Hogshead and frowned. C'mon, couldn't it have been the three broomsticks?! The shrunken head freaked her out. Whatever. Guise up, she walked in as well and slipped onto the barstool next to him. The peppermint now was invading her senses, but it didn't matter. "Seems like you got hit and run on there, hon; anyone unsavoury after you?" She grins, her hand on his shoulder. "I, unfortunately, didn't see whoever it was who gave you the out-of-season perfume, but I won't lie, it kinda works for you." She hand on his shoulder squeezed gently, comfortingly. |
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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 6:40:55 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Remus turned towards the lady who had sat by him and raised an eyebrow. He chuckled lightly as his drink was delivered and he took a drink. A bit stuffy, so his voice sounded off, he replied fairly quickly. “Depends on your definition of unsavory. My friends likely did it. Then again I’m starting to think I have shit taste in friends.” He rubbed his eyes for a moment and then blinked. Hm. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t put his thumb on it. Maybe he just met someone who looked a bit like her before. He shrugged it off. “So you followed little old me all the way here? I hoped I wouldn’t disturb too many with this… stench, so I picked the not quite as popular place in town to get a drink. I’d rather bother three people as opposed to thirty.” He chuckled and sniffed again, feeling a bit lost without his sense of smell. Was this how people normally felt? With such a weak sense? Jeez. He almost felt bad for them – but then he remembered with those senses he turned into a terrible monster and that was not a good trade. He’d be nose blind forever if he meant he could be normal. Taking a sip of his drink, he tilted his head and gave her a small smile. “Care to join me? Maybe I could buy you a drink.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 7:07:07 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She grinned, giggling lightly. "Your friends? Why would they disappear then and not be in here laughing at you?"
She nods. "Well, that's very kind of you. I don't think it's too bad. Off-season, like I said. But not bad."
Leaning in slightly, she sniffs at his neck. It doesn't really do anything, but it's a random gesture she felt compelled to do.
"I think it raises the value of the place. The Shrunken Heads have always creeped me out, to be honest."
She tilted her head, "mm, yeah. I followed you here. Wanted to make sure you weren't having an allergic reaction or something! Would hate for some one as handsome as you just to collapse alone and no one to claim you to help."
She gave him a wink.
"I'd like a drink."
She relaxed into the chair. She was having an actual, honest to god conversation with her brother. She would cry if she knew she could keep the glamour on through it.
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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 7:14:20 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? He couldn’t help but grin. Her giggle was incredibly adorable – and again, familiar in some way. Maybe they went to school together – she looked about his age, maybe a little younger. That probably was it, he probably just knew he in school a bit. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure when I return home later today they’ll do it then. Better to let it sit and make me wonder or something. Don’t know who would do that to me and not kill me instead.” His closed his eyes for a moment to cool down the watering from the peppermint bomb. “This place is run by the brother of a friend of mine,” Remus gestured to the bartender who began to pour a glass of firewhiskey for her as he went into his pocket and began to count out the cost and set it on the counter with a small tip for him. He raised his glass in a gesture for a toast. “To peppermint bombs and getting back at the offending prankster.” He gave her a small laugh and a wink. “Handsome? Seems you got the wrong man,” He simply gestured to his face and the light scars along them. “I appreciate your concern – that’s very kind of you. It’s hard to find kind people nowadays.” He furrowed his brow feeling like he was forgetting something. He was deep in thought for a moment before a lightbulb lit above his head. He quickly set his drink down and offered his hand. “Remus Lupin. That’s my name. Blimey, can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself.” He chuckled nervously his other hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sure your name is beautiful, just like you.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 7:33:58 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She held back her emotions as he grinned at her. How long had it been since she'd seen that charming, boyish grin directed at her?
For the last four years or so, it had been pursed lips and guilt, shame. The want to say something, but afraid to so.
She pursed her lips with a roll of her eyes, procuring the dingy cloth napkin and as he closed his eyes she dabbed at his eyes, a spell muttered under her breath that would soothe and clear the sting from the peppermint in his eyes.
She grinned, raising her glass as well with him. "I do hope you get back at them. Ten-fold, to be honest."
At his denying his handsomeness she tilted her head raised a hand to trail a fingertip along a faint scar, and at this boldy pressed her lips against one on his cheek.
"I think you're devilishly handsome, anyone who disagrees is blind."
She smirked, crossing her arms in front of her.
"I can't help it," she said with an air of a scoff. "I'm a bleeding heart. But I don't mind. Since I got to talk to you."
Her grin grew as he introduced himself. "I know you, Remus Lupin of the Marauders. We were classmates once. But we Ravenclaws tend to keep to ourselves. Go unnoticed."
She smirks once again, taking his hand with a gentle squeeze. "Lily."
Oh, she was ironic.
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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 7:42:01 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? He gave an appreciative smile when she helped dab his eyes and used a spell that would help with the more annoying affects of the bomb. He was definitely getting back at those idiots. “I always do,” He grins taking a quick drink. Ah, the four of them were unstoppable. They just kept getting worse and worse, pranking harder and harder. He was going to put plastic wrap over James’s toilet tonight. Something so muggle wouldn’t even occur to his thick pure-blooded head. Neither Sirius or Peter. Even he had limited access to muggles, but he also lived in muggle areas at times. Sometimes he would sneak out and play with the muggle kids when he was little, usually with his sister as well. Those were the days. When they were close and happy. It was sad how things had turned out. “Well then I must be blinded by your beauty,” A smile and his eyes closed a bit when she kissed his cheek, along one of his scars. They were a bit more sensitive than other areas on him, and so it sent shocks of the feeling along his nerves. For a moment, confusion ran rampant in his head. Lily? She wasn’t Lily Evans that was for sure. Not at all, couldn’t be. After all she said she was a Ravenclaw. He stretched his memory back, but he couldn’t remember another Lily. He then cursed himself for not remembering the other houses very well anyways. “Ah, I didn’t realize, I’m sorry. I don’t know how I could have forgotten an angel like you.” He took the hand and lifted it up to his lips and gently kissed the back of her hand. “I do hope you can forgive me, Lily.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 7:56:34 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"I'm sure," and she gave him a grin that mirrored his own and softly laughed under her breath. That peppermint bomb has more success than she realized. A domino effect. Remus thought it'd been James and Sirius. Remus would surely set them up. It was perfect. Three points of revenge with one stone.
She giggled outright at him, slapping his shoulder gently. "Why, Remus, if I didn't know better you're flirting with me!"
Rose's heart thudded in her chest, thought her smile was kept bright. It was odd, but the affection was nice. Familiar. she could just lean forward and nuzzle his cheek. Ah. What a nice thought.
She had confused him with the name choice. Good. She meant to do that. He didn't pay attention to other houses, so how unlikely would it be if there were two Lilys at Hogwarts.
"As I said, we go unnoticed. But you're forgiven, Remus. Always."
...those words held much meaning. It's a good thing she had a guise to hold up.
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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 8:03:38 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? He hummed and shook his head with a boyish grin on his face. “What if I am flirting with you? Is it working?” Ah, with a drink in front of him he had a bit of confidence. It wasn’t like he was going to ask her out and lead her on with the possibility of marriage in the future because he knew that would never happen with him. He was just too… cursed for any of that. Perhaps one day his friends would convince him, but he sincerely doubted it. After all the risk was too great to have a kid with him. “Always hm?” He grinned and leaned a bit towards her, his body posture open to her. He took a small drink of his glass and looked at her with those shining blue orbs. “Well I still should’ve paid more attention. I was a bit… preoccupied with trying to keep my friends in line. Made me a prefect and that just made it even harder. Though, don’t get me wrong, I was honored to be a prefect, considering everything.” He sighed, tilting his head and resting his hand against his cheek, elbow against the counter. She really was beautiful. How could he have not remembered her? But he searched his memory and couldn’t recall anyone like that. But why would she lie? There was no reason, so it must be his memory that was faulty. Running a hand along his chin where his scruff could be found he sighed. “Do I look better with or without the facial hair? I’ve been thinking of shaving a bit closer, but I kind of like this look here.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 8:26:16 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Ah! That grin was going to kill her.
She gives him a small, shy smile, leaning into his side. She's barely touched her drink but unlike him, she doesn't need an inhibitor to fuel her bravery.
"Hmm! I say it's working really well!"
It's not like she'd meet with him again in such casual circumstances. She'd have to plant a peppermint bomb again, and that was risky. It was risky to have a werewolves smell out of order.
Her heart raced in her chest as he leaned closer to her. He was so close. she could almost smell his scent through the pungent peppermint. Her eyes closed as she tried to pick up on the subtle nuances.
"Always," she repeated with a nod. It was true. She did forgive him, over and over and over again. She shook her head, "I saw your friends giving you a rough time. But what can you do about James and Sirius? Other than let them serve the detentions they never learn from."
She gives a very Rose-like scoff but quickly attempts to cover it up with a light cough after drinking a large swig of the fire whiskey.
He was looking at her, wistfully. She smiled warmly at him.
Then he asked about the facial hair.
An opening!
She reached out, taking his chin into a hand, lifting his head up, as if inspecting in and then leaned in, nuzzling her cheek across his, her breath hitching.
"I think it's perfect. Very you."
She brushes her fingers against his jaw.
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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 19:57:28 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? He bit his lower lip, glancing down her body and up to her eyes. Why was someone this pretty talking to a guy like him? He quickly looked away for a moment, running a hand over his cheek where one of the scars could be felt. If she knew, she would hate him. That was for sure. But they wouldn’t really meet again right? This was just something random? But he wanted to see her again. There was something about her that kept drawing him in. “Maybe we could meet up again, y’know… this will probably be around for about a week, but I could try to cover up the smell, though I doubt my nose will be happy for at least a week…” He swallowed his hands shaking a bit as he said this. “If you’d like we could meet up after it wears off, but… I wouldn’t be against before.” What was he saying? God, he was an idiot. She obviously would say no. She was an actual girl, who was just making sure he was okay, nothing more. “Unfortunately, I fucked up with my sister. You might have saw her around, Slytherin. We’re twins, you see. We were very close, but… I became frustrated with her because of things my father did, and it distanced us. I let him get in the way of us.” He sighed. Why was he saying all of this? He felt like he could talk to her. Like he could trust her despite literally just meeting her. He covered his face for a moment before he looked to her and smiled. “But that’s a long story, I’m sure you have more interesting things to do.”His eyes widened as she nuzzled her cheek across his cheek. He took in a deep breath and stared for several moments as she pulled back, her fingers against his jaw. He swallowed, looking to her, keeping their faces close. His eyes flicked down to her lips but then to her eyes, where he soon got lost. “Your eyes are… beautiful. Has anyone told you that your eyes are easy to get lost in?”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 20:47:29 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her eyes rounded slightly. Oh? So the peppermint would last at least a week was it? She swallowed heavily.
"Tomorrow?"
Oh, she could cry. She bit her bottom lip. If it was going to last for a week, she'd take advantage of it. Perhaps wearing a peppermint fragrance as the week progressed, but she couldn't help the hopeful tone her voice took on at that moment.
This was the best idea they'd had. Peppermint bombs.
She knew after the peppermint would not be likely, so she'll take every damn second.
"I wouldn't be against after. But we'll focus on the present, hm?"
If they could reconnect, and if by the end of the week she revealed herself... then... perhaps.
And then he was talking about her, and she frowned. She had known it had to have been something like that. Their father... had really done a number to him.
"I really don't. Have anything better to be doing today." She set a hand to his, squeezing it soothingly. "If you want to talk about it, I'll listen. It sounds like something you'd like to talk through. Perhaps I could give a bit of advice here and there?"
She smiles again. "You and your sister seemed like you were very close. It must have hurt... to have the two pulled apart like that."
Talking about this like this... almost made it easier. She'd been wanting this conversation, his side. Wanted to hear his side.
"Sorry," she said softly, her hand still on his jaw, thumb brushing along it. "I didn't mean to invade your personal space."
She saw the flicker of his eyes and blushed. She gave him a small smile at the comment about her eyes. "No. You're the first. Thank you."
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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 29, 2018 21:03:34 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? He quickly nodded. She said yes? Tomorrow? Gods, this was exciting. For some reason, a pretty girl wanted to hang around him. He could feel his heart jumping out of his chest. “That sounds… really fantastic.” He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face, a goofy sort of smile. “You don’t have any plans?” He furrowed his brow and looked to his drink and sighed. He took in a small breath and closed his eyes. He had been so stupid. “I was just worried about her. You know, there’s this war brewing. I’m… going to be a soldier. And… the people she’s hanging out with are those on the other side of this war. I’m… afraid they’ll take her away from me, so I guess instead I just… pushed her away before she could be taken from me.” He covered his face with his hands and leaned against the counter for a moment. “I just want her to be safe, to be okay. I might have to hurt those she cares about – I don’t want to hurt her like that. But can I give up… who I am for that?” He placed a hand over his heart, feeling almost a pull at it. “I get her point of view – I was telling her who she should be friends with and who to hate. It was wrong of me. But I just… wanted to… save her from… possible pain.”“It hurt more than you can possibly imagine. It feels like I’m missing a piece of myself.” He took in a deep breath and looked to her giving her a mixed smile, happy to be here, to get it out, but also broken. “Don’t be. It’s okay,” He shook his head when regarding her ‘invading his personal space’. “It felt nice. Don’t… don’t hesitate to invade my personal space if you want to.” He couldn’t help his eyes drift down to her lips again.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 30, 2018 1:11:55 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her goofy smile matched his, and she winked. "I'm glad it does!"
Yeah, she was excited.
"Nope, no plans at all! I was actually out here looking for something to do."
She gave him another wink.
"Remus..." missing a piece of themselves. she had been feeling like that since they'd been sorted.
She smiled softly, "well, good. Because I'm going to hug you."
And she did just that. Surging forward, she wrapped her arms around him, slotting herself into his. Her face pressed up against his neck.
"I'm sure," her voice was a whisper, her lips on his neck. A gesture of apology for her, blatant affection for him.
"If you came across your sister and she heard that... I'm sure she would forgive you too."
Because I do.
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Post by Remus Lupin on Dec 30, 2018 4:30:55 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Beautiful strange girl hugging him? Boy this was so weird, and fantastic. His eyes had widened despite the warning beforehand, and he slowly patted her back and hugged her back. He squeezed a bit tightly and then released it. It felt really good to hold someone like this. He missed holding Rose like this, hugging her, laughing, smiling. He missed every bit of her. “Well that makes one of two of the people here,” He chuckled and bit his lower lip as she nuzzled into him. He sighed relaxing in her arms. “I’m not a good person. She continually asked me to give them a chance, but I never did… and then my friends, of course, targeted her primarily because she was a Slytherin. I was always upset when they did it but I lacked the courage to stand up to them.” He sniffed and then pulled out of the hug looking at her for a moment with a small smile. “I appreciate you sitting here listening to some strange man talk about his sister.”
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