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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 20, 2018 21:21:43 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Lupins were also famous for their spell work, charms, jinxes, hexes, name it, she had a handle on it.
She was the only one with a mind for potions though, hilariously, given her condition, but she would never be able to afford the ingredients for such a potion. But she had to admit, her condition wasn't much of a bother for her. It never had been. She didn't go into bloodthirsty rages every full moon. She had no recollection of what happened during those nights, but normally she was free of blood. She was usually covered in dirt as she'd just taken a roll in a dry dirt pile just for the laughs, but... blood, normally, no. Sometimes, yes, but she could tell it was rabbit blood. Where ever she found rabbits she wished she could ask herself because she would gladly catch and skin them to eat during her non-full moon times. Thanks, wolf-self.
Back to her original point. Charms. In this case, glamour charms. Hiding in plain sight. She normally didn't do much, as it wasn't wrong for her to be in Diagon, she just wanted to be able to walk around without being chased. So in this very case, she had charmed her normally long dark-honey curls into a short bob of firey red hair. Still kinda curly. Long lost Weasley? Maybe. She'd definitely added the freckles splashed across her nose to fit the part.
She once again sat in the little shop they had met in the other day, having obviously sent a note to him letting him know of what he should be looking for.
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Dec 20, 2018 18:51:57 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 20, 2018 18:51:57 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She stood when he stood.
At full height she realized how smaller he was - again, werewolf, she was no six foot something like her brother, but it did give her a sort of intimidating stance when she used it.
It wasn't like she towered over him either. No, that was left to her brother, her brother towered over people and boy did it give an impression. Except for the fact he was a coward that couldn't control his damn friends.
She wouldn't be in this situation... alone... if her brother hadn't been a git. Typical Gryffindor judgement.
Why was she thinking about him again? Ah, right. Because the little brother of Sirius Black stood before her.
She grinned at him.
"I think.... I think we'll make a wonderful partnership you and I. And don't worry about your mother, Reg. I can take her. I won't let anyone hurt anyone I consider a friend."
Again she smiles as her verbal axe seemed to set him even farther off kilter... the reason she stood in the first place. He was definitely adorable.
God knows if it were safe for him to leave yet, but she reached out for his wrist all the same. She leaned in, her nose brushing against his and then across the apple of his cheek, her lips at his ear.
"Thank you, for offering your assistance. I'll make it worth your while, I promise."
At that her lips descended to his mouth - rather the corner of it - and she pressed her lips there briefly before removing herself altogether from his personal bubble, sitting back down at the table. Even here, she wouldn't break her golden rule.
"Take care of yourself, Reg."
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Dec 20, 2018 10:05:09 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 20, 2018 10:05:09 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Well, you see, I suffer from bleeding heart syndrome. Where I just care immensely for other, above and beyond my own well-being."
She gives him another famous Lupin smile, kind and calm.
"You don't have to worry. I know kindness when I see it. I'm not thinking you're doing this to manipulate me into favours of a sexual nature."
She teased him.
"But pity it wasn't that."
Aaaaand that's probably a tad too thick.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 20, 2018 8:12:44 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Regulus Black in an off moment? Dear me."
She said this teasingly, her eyes going back to their joined hands. She should've really pulled away by now. Hell, probably left through the kitchens of this quaint little place, yet here she still sat.
Whodathunk.
"Can you blame me for worrying?" No, you shouldn't be worried, you silly, silly girl. You're on the run, you should be worrying about yourself! Yet here you sit concerned over if Walburga Black is keeping up her nasty reputation.
What a wonder.
Though, coming from where she had, she had quite the bitter taste in her mouth for parents who treat their children badly. Her own father had done so to her and Remus once the stress of them becoming werewolves had finally gotten to him. His prejudices had won out instead of the love for his children, as his children.
Sad, sad, sad.
So, yes, she felt a bit of a kinship with the Black siblings. Though Sirius she hadn't heard nor seen in a good month or two, given he was part of the Order and going anywhere near them would just probably get her killed.
Aurors were after her because of her father. Remus had the protection of the Order. She had no one. Nothing. She was a rouge, and if she went to Voldemort, well that was just putting the price on her head right there.
And would she even survive going to Voldemort? She was indeed the sibling to one of those in the Order, as mentioned earlier. That's just... perfect kidnapping material!
Yet, she had made friends with one Severus Snape, Death Eater wannabe... and now, Regulus. She wasn't sure where his intentions lie, but intentions didn't matter... as long as they kept her alive.
"Meet you here? Again?"
She blinked twice at him. Apparate to Diagon? Oh, she would need a different cloak for Diagon. Or, she could just use a glamor. Yes. That would work out quite fine.
"That is agreeable." Wow, Rose, how old-timey.
"Normally I would turn down such help, but times are getting desperate. Even if it's just six months... things would be better."
She could pick up odd jobs in Hogsmeade to save up money for her next stint on the run.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 20, 2018 6:14:58 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Lupins were masters of kind smiles that made you feel all gooey inside, and Rose considered herself the best of the best. Maybe because she was female, but it had gotten her out of a lot of situations.
She clicked her tongue. That Walburga. At least he didn't look beaten. Well, he had been sorted into Slytherin and probably was someone who did all what mummy dearest told him to do.
Still. Sad. That woman was a monster.
"You'll be okay, won't you, Reg?"
She pulled her hand away from his cheek, only to rest it in his again. Blonde. Thirties. Scar above her eyes? God knows. She squeezed his hand again.
"Thanks for the cover, I really appreciate it."
She was about to say more. But his question stopped her short.
"Depends on the type of money. Are we talking temporary or more permanent, like a flat in Hogsmeade?"
She rose a brow at him.
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Dec 19, 2018 23:15:21 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 19, 2018 23:15:21 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Now it was her turn to blush. He had adjusted his hand and now was actually holding hers. And she, being as starved for attention and affection as she was devoured this fact, her eyes on their hands. He was a friend. This was casual, friendly. It wasn't like she was attached to anyone.
Right.
She'd certainly been doing a whole lot of that lately. She'd gone under the radar of most interest through Hogwarts, and yet, here she was. Blushing like the schoolgirl she wasn't anymore. How curious.
She linked her fingers with his, her thumb brushing against his and she leaned forward, closer to him, a soft smile playing on her lips.
He seemed to be keeping eyes on the doors and windows behind her, which she was grateful for since she couldn't do it herself. She pressed her lips together however when he mentioned his mother. Walburga. She'd heard from Sirius was a... terrible person she was and she felt for the two of them. She squeezed his hand in comfort.
"I wish you would get out of there, like, permanently. But I can see how that would be hard."
She released his hand only to cup his cheek and brush her thumb against it, a kind smile on her face, that she hoped looked affectionate to the people who were watching her. If it was aurors, Remus was really going to get one hell of a story.
"I'm glad I could brighten up your day, sweetheart. It's so hard for me to find the time to get away."
She gives him a wink, lowering her voice. "Running, mostly. Bouncing from place to place. I find I'm quickly running out of options. Many are wary about housing someone like me for even an hour."
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Dec 19, 2018 10:55:17 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 19, 2018 10:55:17 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Do I look like someone who would wait and ask them?"
But here's where the trouble... or the fun started. She had just sat down in an empty seat, barely even registering there was someone in the seat across from her. Other than taking up that person's hand in a very... intimate gesture. Gah! Why must she always use her feminine wiles? She couldn't help it.
But now, she looked upon who she sat with and nearly cussed out loud. Did Blacks and Lupins just migrate towards each other naturally? Animal Magnetism, dare she call it? First Snape, now a Black. Is there a Pettigrew and a Potter she should be aware of to add to her entourage? An alternate timeline of unlikely companions? She was at to a great start. Perhaps Snape was her James.
She made a face as she pondered over this mixing of... thought pairings. Nope, just stop there, Rose.
"Just followed. I didn't stop to see which side it was. For all, I know it could be my brother trailing me for some god awful reason."
When he set the food down in front of her, her mouth gaped in response, and she picked at it, taking a small sip of the drink. Holy fuck she was parched, must've been that Scamander level scurrying she just did. She feigned looking shy, her hand going to rest atop his on her shoulder.
"Thanks, Reg. I didn't mean to spook you. I honestly didn't register it was you I sat in front of. Lucky me, I suppose."
Her brother would have kittens surely now. 'First Severus Snape and now Regulus Black! Are you trying to get yourself killed Rose?'
Scarily enough, both of them have been kind. Of course, they were fellow classmates. She knew they were kind.
At least kind enough, to someone of her calibur.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 19, 2018 2:06:30 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She was being followed. Of course, she was. She was always having to throw off death eaters and aurors alike, both of them wanting her for practically the same reasons. She was the sibling of one of those who worked for the light. The other... well, death eaters were death eaters.
She quickly ducked into a quaint little tea shop and sat down in front of someone who was sitting alone, taking his free hand and brought it to her mouth as if she were about to kiss his knuckles.
"Forgive me," she whispered, looking up. "Being followed, needed a cover."
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Dec 18, 2018 18:17:57 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 18, 2018 18:17:57 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
If she had to put her finger on it. The ideals he was spouting were something she heard of a while ago. God, what was the guys name?
Equality, that's the idea, really. But to rule over the muggles? Ehhh, not so much.
The ideals were on the right path but no one seems to be agreeing on anything after that.
Personally, for her, she just wanted rights. Fair ones too. She didn't mind registering with the Ministry -- if they offered some sort of assistive care. Wolfsbane was expensive! And it's still volatile! New! Ugh. If only she knew someone with potions expertise to help her with that. She had a knack for potions. A bit of money saved up.
Bah.
She didn't argue or comment on his opinion, just nodded softly. Not all muggles are bad. A good lot of them are stupid, but not all.
She smiled wryly. "I don't think I could kill my brother either -- I mean, even if I was standing on the other side. My emotions wouldn't let me. I suppose to say, he's my greatest weakness. ="
She shrugs. "I could probably do with taking James and Sirius down a couple of notches though."
She looked at him a moment, a frown on her face, before smiling.
"Well, I'm in agreeance to all the terms."
She stands suddenly, a dark look in her eyes, she licks her lips and began to stalk towards him slowly. Like a predator stalking its prey.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 15, 2018 7:21:53 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She smiled at him, nodding.
It was true. She was not one to turn away anyone... okay, one exception being her brother, but even he he stood on her door step, cold, wet and hungry, even he wouldn't have the door shut in his face. They might not be on speaking terms right now... but that's all it was. Though the two of them probably have a bit of a mutual feeling of abandonment at the moment.
When he stands, she sits back down on the couch across from her food. "I know you are." Her eyes are steady. "Life isn't fair, in that way. You can't control exactly who you fall in love with. The problem is, from what I see, is she doesn't give herself the ability to trust you. She only likes the idea of you. Not everyone is smarts and bravery, not everything is as black and white as good an evil, but she seems to want to think it that way."
She grins. "Take me for example. My brother, even. Werewolves. We're technically evil, soulless creatures who don't deserve a life, but, do you see us eating people? Yet she still considers my brother a friend? It's sorta hypocritical -- though, my brother is harmless. since he takes himself out of the equation every full moon. We hide away when we aren't human, for the better, at least until the bloodlust can be controlled. Which, will probably be never."
"You will inevitably probably have to face her, yes. You'll probably have to face me, depending on which path I take. Given what suits me best."
She sighs shaking her head. "All right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry... you just... nevermind. No kissing, rule numero uno."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 7, 2018 7:00:38 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She drew her nose across his cheek in a sign of comfort.
"You can trust me," she vowed softly, pressing a kiss softly against his jaw. "If I had a place to invite you, my door would always be open to you. Even if we were angry at each other."
She didn't know what his father did to him. But she knew what her father did to her. She pulled away to look him in the eyes, "I don't think you are." She bit her lip. "But I'll help you, if you'll let me, to stop you from doing that. I'll let you know if you do anything."
She nodded, "being there for each other. Right."
He really did almost sound disappointed. "I mean," gosh she was backpedalling, but she felt like giving him some sort of choice. It wasn't that she was unopen to it... "Let's put it this way. If you change your mind, you... just let me know. I... didn't mean to sound uninterested, or unwanting of it. I just thought... well, you love Lily; so I didn't want to make you feel pressured to think I would expect that, that's all. So, it's your choice."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 7, 2018 6:14:59 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
When he removed his hand, she mourned the loss of touch and warmth.
"As I said, it's only a day or two out of the month. Perhaps it's out of pity. But I can't deny a warm bed. Though I will admit those days I pretty much sleep the entire time I'm here."
She chuckled a brow raising. "Unsavory characters? Hm. I could deal. I'll keep it in mind. Thank you. Like I said... it's hard for me to deny a warm bed."
She blinked, mulling over that idea. "Well once again, it would be worth the try."
She nodded. "Exactly my thought. I wouldn't want to take that from you." She couldn't help to think he looked... perhaps a bit disappointed.
"Save the snogging. Everything else is free game. I mean... comfort isn't necessarily always sexual in nature either. A shoulder to lean or cry on, a hug... I'm willing for any of it."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 7, 2018 5:20:06 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She smiled softly at him.
"I could use interesting," she said with a nod. "Certainly a difference of my usual day to day."
She giggled slightly. "I'm all right, really. I've saved up quite a bit. I do have other friends that I crash with when things get too tight. But sometimes I just like the independence of the Three Broomsticks. I've come to an agreement with Rosemerta. She can't do it all the time, but, I've sort of earned my keep here. If only for a day or two out of a month."
She considered it, "what sort of services, do you think?"
She was about to ask more, but her mind derailed at the feeling of his thumb on her cheek. Fuck she was in deep on this. She could attempt to rebuild her walls, but she found really no need to do so, not around him.
"Friends with benefits? No strings attached?"
She considered this, licking her lips, gazing at him.
"That is agreeable. I suppose I must impart one rule."
And it'll help me keep my sanity. Even now she was having a hard time keeping herself from looking at them.
"No kissing on the lips."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 7, 2018 4:27:30 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Was she honestly considering offering herself up as pretty much a guinea pig for his research?
...yes. Yes, she was. If she looked farther into it, she would blame it on the fact he was paying attention to her. No one ever really did that. Even if it was just for him to learn more about her condition and he didn't give two shits about her... she would probably keep doing it.
Her walls had already been broken this far, perhaps she was weaker than she thought. Or maybe she was just so starved for companionship... and she wasn't getting any sort of red flags from him that she should turn tail and run anyway.
Honestly, it could probably be worse.
She rose a brow at him. "Well, if you ever did... I'll be the first to sign up for whatever needs you'd have of me."
She smirked. "Well. Eating well is not a commodity I can afford usually. I have to pick up odd jobs. Save up. You just happened to catch me on my monthly feast day."
She laughed softly, her nose wrinkling. Ever since she turned, her craving for chocolate had turned insanely unhealthy and fruit was rather unappetizing, but when had been the last time she had an actual banana? What about a strawberry? Hell. Her meal sat on the table behind her and she was suddenly craving more than just what Rosemerta has prepared for her. Yikes.
"Being on the run I think I get my exercise in, so I'm crossing that off the list as something that helps. I suppose if I had the ability to feast as I'd like, be lazy, and have someone to share such an activity as sex... I'd probably be a happier pup."
Her eyes seem to glaze over at the thought and after a moment, she caught herself and blushed. "Oh... I suppose that's... well it's really still not a good excuse for him. Especially when he was a prefect. It..." she shook her head. "Greyback is angry because he wants to be angry."
His hand was warm on her cheek and she couldn't stop her eyes from fluttering closed at the touch, leaning into it. Ah, yep, there was the craving again. It had been so long, her heart clenched at the feeling of affection even for a moment. Her hand came up to rest against his, and she dared not to think more of these interactions.
"I suppose that's a true assessment of that."
She shifted slightly. She felt very sleepy, her eyes heavy as her head rested against his shoulder. When had she last felt this sleepy? This safe? It was hard trying to remember. Her eyes closed and she was still.
But... no. She wouldn't impose on him.
"I'm sorry. I've kept you too long. You... probably need to go. You're busy, what with earning your stripes."
However, she doesn't bring herself to move, not yet. "I... do hope that you feel a little bit better, though. I know the world sucks right now. But if you ever need an escape, feel free to find me."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 7, 2018 2:48:37 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She blinked, blushed, and then shrugged.
"If I knew, I would tell you. I'm not exactly conscious during a transformation you know."
Was it weird to be probed about so many things? Not really? Actually, the attention was nice, if she had to be honest. Though she kind of got hung up a tad on the everything about her comment. She scratched the back of her head, chewing her bottom lip.
"I mean... there is a difference. I do have some recollection of what it was like before I was a werewolf. I was changed young, but that doesn't mean I don't remember. But, I'm at my most human near the new moon, or the opposite of the full moon, obviously. My mood is affected too, like the waves of the ocean pulled by the gravity of the moon."
She gave him a hard look, "closer to the full moon, we feel awful. Like... a three-ton brick has hit us square in the face. It makes it really hard to... do really anything."
She looks down at her lap. "As for the difference between how I am now, vs how I used to be... well, it's almost like a sort of anxiety. I can feel it in me as days pass. It's given me insomnia to a degree that I've gone a week without sleep. Or perhaps that's the depression, I... honestly can't separate the two anymore."
She shrugs against him. "No offence was taken. I wouldn't want to be perfect anyway. Having flaws... well, it's like a well-seasoned chicken. It makes me a better person, I think."
She smiles briefly at him, "sugar and water, hm?"
A waggle of her brow. "My brother used to call me too idealistic. I don't think it was idealistic of wanting to have rights and freedom though -- and I certainly didn't want to just remain laying down and accept my father's abuse towards me. Just accept it until were seventeen, he used to say. Once we're seventeen we'll be able to escape him. Sure, it took that long, but it really shouldn't have."
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