Previously, On Accidentally In Love....
Mar. 4th, 2008 02:16 pmSince it's been AGES since I updated and Chapter 14 is in the lovely
aome's hands right now being betaed, I thought I'd do a quick cut-n-paste of some of the more relevant plot points from the last two chapters. Kind of like those previously montages at the beginning of serial shows.
There was also the matter of Sirius. Remus still hadn't told Sirius- or, for that matter, anyone- that Fabian had fired him. And after a few days, it became impossible, because Sirius would naturally want to know why Remus hadn't told him in the first place. Remus felt guilty when he thought of that, because what had seemed a good reason at the time now just seemed stupid, but there was no way he could actually say that.
So he spent the days out, usually walking around the streets or holed up in a Muggle haunt, like a public library or a café that would let him drink tea and not grumble too much about the fact he was spending pennies and not pounds. He felt like he was in limbo, waiting.
He didn't have long to wait.
He'd never been stupid enough to think that the Death Eaters would leave him alone after Regulus's death. The letter that he'd given Macnair at the Registry- whatever was in it- and the speech Regulus had written out for him had removed him from the suspicion that he'd been involved in Regulus's supposed treason. They must have, because Remus was pretty sure if they hadn't, he'd be dead by now. Dead, or wishing he was. Regardless, he only felt a dead resignation when the snowy white owl found him sitting in the shade in a park with a tattered message in its beak, a Dark Mark pressed into the sealing wax.
Lupin:
Your service is required on July 31. Report to the location marked on the enclosed map.
No signature. Remus fumbled the map open, and stared blindly at a spot that was in the middle of nowhere. No city. No town. What the fuck was he supposed to do there?
Then the date hit him, and he started to shake. July 31 was a full moon.
There was also the matter of Sirius. Remus still hadn't told Sirius- or, for that matter, anyone- that Fabian had fired him. And after a few days, it became impossible, because Sirius would naturally want to know why Remus hadn't told him in the first place. Remus felt guilty when he thought of that, because what had seemed a good reason at the time now just seemed stupid, but there was no way he could actually say that.
So he spent the days out, usually walking around the streets or holed up in a Muggle haunt, like a public library or a café that would let him drink tea and not grumble too much about the fact he was spending pennies and not pounds. He felt like he was in limbo, waiting.
He didn't have long to wait.
He'd never been stupid enough to think that the Death Eaters would leave him alone after Regulus's death. The letter that he'd given Macnair at the Registry- whatever was in it- and the speech Regulus had written out for him had removed him from the suspicion that he'd been involved in Regulus's supposed treason. They must have, because Remus was pretty sure if they hadn't, he'd be dead by now. Dead, or wishing he was. Regardless, he only felt a dead resignation when the snowy white owl found him sitting in the shade in a park with a tattered message in its beak, a Dark Mark pressed into the sealing wax.
Lupin:
Your service is required on July 31. Report to the location marked on the enclosed map.
No signature. Remus fumbled the map open, and stared blindly at a spot that was in the middle of nowhere. No city. No town. What the fuck was he supposed to do there?
Then the date hit him, and he started to shake. July 31 was a full moon.
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Date: 2008-03-05 02:23 am (UTC)