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capeandcowllogs2008-12-28 11:06 am
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Tea is a cup of life. (Incomplete)
Who: Remus (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bibliowolf) and Kate (lilac_scented)
When: December 28th; 1530 (3:30 pm)
Where: Tea shop downtown
Summary: Kate and Remus meet up after volunteering on Christmas for tea.
Warnings: Tl;dr on Remus' part mostly. And tea. More tea. Always warn for tea.
Format: short/long paragraph
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The first thing that had caught his attention about this place when he had first entered it upon his arrival to the city had been the fact that they used tea leaves. The second had been the distinct lack of teenagers and laptops. It had been almost silent when he'd stepped off the street that first day, the irritating hum of electricity at least somewhat muted here.
It had bothered him, but he had been too polite to turn down the offered cup of tea when he'd asked the price, intending to return when he had money. He was used to being offered things with his tattered and worn clothes and he had enjoyed the hot tea, letting it soothe his throat and nerves.
He returned now with the intention of meeting the young woman that he had met at the homeless shelter. Kate had been the organizer and he was certain that despite introducing himself to her as Romulus that she, along with any of the other heroes, knew his real name. Volunteering had been a calming and fascinating study of the Muggle population that he hadn't seen in years. Telling wizarding folk tales to the children rather than the fairie tales that Muggles told. Afterward, he had asked Kate if she would meet with him again to talk more. Remus had set a time and given her the address of the tea shop immediately, already knowing that he would be free then.
Two days of work had afforded him one hundred dollars to keep himself fed and so he paid for his tea today, giving the young woman behind the counter a patient smile. He was certain he looked better than he had, his robes abandoned in favor of a pair of brown trousers, a dark green turtleneck, and a long black coat. Glasses had finished the outfit, the lenses nothing more than clear glass, his vision better than any wizard or Muggle he had ever met. It wasn't so much a disguise as a simple vanity that he catered to on a whim.
The tea was a few degrees hotter than too hot and he allowed it to burn his tongue as he took a cautious sip, inhaling slowly. The woman sitting in the corner was wearing vanilla perfume and drinking Assam tea while the man she was talking to had a cup of Earl Grey. The door opens, a gust of cold air rustling napkins and coats, and he glances to the clock on the wall, already knowing the time.
bibliowolf) and Kate (lilac_scented)When: December 28th; 1530 (3:30 pm)
Where: Tea shop downtown
Summary: Kate and Remus meet up after volunteering on Christmas for tea.
Warnings: Tl;dr on Remus' part mostly. And tea. More tea. Always warn for tea.
Format: short/long paragraph
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The first thing that had caught his attention about this place when he had first entered it upon his arrival to the city had been the fact that they used tea leaves. The second had been the distinct lack of teenagers and laptops. It had been almost silent when he'd stepped off the street that first day, the irritating hum of electricity at least somewhat muted here.
It had bothered him, but he had been too polite to turn down the offered cup of tea when he'd asked the price, intending to return when he had money. He was used to being offered things with his tattered and worn clothes and he had enjoyed the hot tea, letting it soothe his throat and nerves.
He returned now with the intention of meeting the young woman that he had met at the homeless shelter. Kate had been the organizer and he was certain that despite introducing himself to her as Romulus that she, along with any of the other heroes, knew his real name. Volunteering had been a calming and fascinating study of the Muggle population that he hadn't seen in years. Telling wizarding folk tales to the children rather than the fairie tales that Muggles told. Afterward, he had asked Kate if she would meet with him again to talk more. Remus had set a time and given her the address of the tea shop immediately, already knowing that he would be free then.
Two days of work had afforded him one hundred dollars to keep himself fed and so he paid for his tea today, giving the young woman behind the counter a patient smile. He was certain he looked better than he had, his robes abandoned in favor of a pair of brown trousers, a dark green turtleneck, and a long black coat. Glasses had finished the outfit, the lenses nothing more than clear glass, his vision better than any wizard or Muggle he had ever met. It wasn't so much a disguise as a simple vanity that he catered to on a whim.
The tea was a few degrees hotter than too hot and he allowed it to burn his tongue as he took a cautious sip, inhaling slowly. The woman sitting in the corner was wearing vanilla perfume and drinking Assam tea while the man she was talking to had a cup of Earl Grey. The door opens, a gust of cold air rustling napkins and coats, and he glances to the clock on the wall, already knowing the time.
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The delicate scent of lilacs preceded Kate into the small tea shop, followed close behind by the pat-pat-pat of her boots sloshing through snow. Stepping onto the black-and-white tiled flooring--she was reminded of Cuban dancefloors for some reason, maybe it was the large potted palm next to the counter--she tapped her heels together to free the wedged-in snow. Bright blue eyes scanned the place for Romulus, quickly and easily spotting him as one of the store's only patrons on this half-rainy, half-snowy afternoon. She gave him a large smile, efficiently shedding her coat onto the rack before stepping over to their table.
She cut a much more impressive figure once she was out of the too-large, too-casual clothes she used to volunteer, knowing they would get dirty. Her v-neck sweater was striped with black and purple, a few useless gold buttons glinting prettily up the seams of the sleeves. Her jeans were dark and fit easily into fake fur-trimmed boots that were surprisingly practical with their ugly but resistant rubber outsoles. Despite some well-placed makeup, she couldn't completely hide the signs of fatigue tellingly forming under her eyes.
She sat in the chair opposite him, leaning eagerly against the table. "I feel like I haven't left my house in months, though it's only been a few days," she admitted, "it's good to get out and see people. How have you been, Romulus? Get anything interesting for Christmas?"
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"I've only just arrived so my only gift has been from Iron Man," he replied. "Though, Molly, or rather, Princess Powerful, was kind enough to house me for two days. That was generous of her. The...tags that were provided to me were deactivated after I was outside of the city for nearly two weeks."
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When he mentioned his hosts, she smiled. "You know Molly? She's a sweetheart. Sometimes a bit too enthusiastic, but a cutie. Where are you staying now?" She frowned a bit at his deactivation. "Two weeks? What were you doing, if you don't mind my asking?"
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He smiled wryly, nodding in affirmation to the question regarding Molly.
"She has insisted upon calling me Moony, a nickname that I wasn't aware she was familiar with when I first arrived," he reaches for his tea again, taking a drink as he attempts to quell the urge to ask Kate what she knew, and quietly appreciating her discretion involving his name.
"Where ever is convenient until I've located more appropriate accommodations. As for my activities my first two weeks in this place, I was attempting to get in contact with people from my world. I failed. It is as if no one I know and recognize from home exists here."
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Listening to him talk, things began to fall into place. Romulus. Moony. Magic. A look of surprise crossed her face, then understanding. She reached for her mouth, but her fingertips stopped at her lower lip. "Then you're--then she knows--you know--" She covered her mouth as she thought, eyes lowering because now, if he really was who she thought he was, it was difficult to look at him. Eventually she did again, meeting his eyes wonderingly. "Are you really...?"
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"My real name is Remus Lupin and I really am a wizard," he murmurs finally, his voice low so that he won't be overheard as he sets the cup down with a soft clink before looking straight at her. "I'll assume you've heard of me then?"
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"I feel a bit stupid now, that I didn't figure it out earlier...you were one of my favorites," she admitted. She ordered a blackcurrant and lemon verbena tisane when the waitress arrived to pick up Remus' empty cup. "It must've been difficult to find out how you were perceived. Upsetting."
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The books about Harry that Molly and Chase had mentioned. He'd avoided pressing for too much information, but the temptation had risen so painfully when he'd realized that Molly knew more about him than even he did. There were things happening in his world that he wasn't aware of; deaths about to take place, battles to be lost and won. And knowing that even the slightest of information that he might bring back with him could change everything, kept him paralyzed with fear. If anyone else died due to information that he knew, he would never forgive himself.
The statement startles him from the moment of discomfort that he had begun to feel and he straightens slightly, looking momentarily surprised and flattered.
"Thank you."
Turning the empty cup in his hands, he nods, "The knowledge that you and others might have about the future of my world is," he pauses, "dangerous. I can't ask you to tell me anything. I will not change the future and I admit that anything you might tell me might...provoke me to attempt it."
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"I understand," she told him earnestly. She'd never thought those books could weigh on her psyche as much as they did at that precise moment. "Can I ask, then, what your last experiences were? Just so I know what's safe to mention?" She felt so odd asking, upfront, 'so, Prisoner of Azkaban or Deathly Hallows?', but she couldn't figure a better way to go about it. She needed to know and it wasn't as if she could just make guesses.
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Regarding her curiously across the table, he nods once before answering. She was the first to question him regarding where in his life he was. A part of him is grateful for it, but there's an aching curiosity to lie, but he ignores it.
"Harry is in his fifth year at Hogwarts," he keeps his voice low, thinking that he should have cast an spell to keep people from overhearing them. "It was only a few days after Christmas. I had just left St. Mungo's after speaking with Arthur. He's the father of Ron Weasley. Harry's friends are mentioned in these novels, yes?"
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When he said 'fifth year', her breath nearly hitched. Halfway through Order; Sirius wasn't--Oh. Oh no.
She tried to keep her features neutral, but was unsure if she'd been successful in hiding the sudden anxiety. Composing herself, she said, "alright, that's fine." She smiled, "and yes, Ron and Hermione are just as important as Harry is. By the end of the books you're familiar with pretty much all of Harry's friends--and enemies--and their families."
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Something clearly happened later in the year. A death most likely. Thinking over everything he knew at the moment. Arthur's wound was healing quite well and he was expected to recover fully now that they had found a way to close the wound that didn't involve Muggle medical procedures. Logically, the greatest risks were himself and Severus. Both of them spies in their own right, but Harry always seemed to get into situations at the end of his school year. Which meant it could really be anyone.
"I'm not surprised. Ron and Hermione have been very helpful to Harry," he said finally, his voice calm despite the growing concern for those he cared about. "It would be unfair if they weren't mentioned."