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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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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."