#(remus.)

Remus from the cadence of part time poets

"No, no, I understand," she practically sneered from her position upon the chair, the one that she had rather grumpily nestled herself into. The world had nearly been destroyed, decimated before their very eyes. Only to be rectified, and returned to what it once had been. Or rather, to what it was presently. Yet, none of that particularly mattered to Lilith. Not when Remus was here, telling her that he was moving out. That he was married, and that he and Marius needed space. As if she hadn't planned for this by insisting on the extra rooms. Balam and Ipos hardly slept in their own room, anyway. It was obvious that Remus and Marius could simply use that one, too. "If you think we're sharing them, you've clearly thought wrong," of course, Lilith was referring to the hellhounds. They would be staying with her, and not abandoning her like one other such creature planned to do.

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where:​ milo’s flat

when: august 4th, 2020

it’s been some time since he last met with remus warden, and milo won’t lie -- he’s curious about which one he’ll be meeting today. it’s like he’s tossed dice up into the air just to see which way they’ll land -- snake eyes, with the seraphim of war right around the corner? maybe it’ll be his old friend from years ago, all hope and enthusiasm and clutching tight to a very small baggie that might as well have weighed a thousand pounds.

his place is far from neutral fucking territory, but if remus decides at some point in the far-off future to fuck this one over, that’s alright -- he’s got plenty littered over the city in case of emergencies. he doesn’t think he’s in for a surprise he hasn’t been able to properly prepare for, but one can never really know with these things, and it’s this undercurrent of concern that has him sitting, doing nothing, waiting for warden senior to come to his fucking door.

remus had sounded fucking miserable over the phone, obviously in need of kind of pick-me-up. milo hadn’t been able to help it. he’d picked up after the second ring. just like the good old days -- he loves a charity case. it’s not exactly the way he’d imagined getting his foot in the door, but here he is. here they are, and if it works out in his favor, all the better.

It had been two days since their release when Bertha managed to find a lone Marauder. Remus Lupin, probably walking between some of his classes, completely unaware that a wild Bertha had locked eyes on her prey. Moving her tiny legs as fast as she could she weaved through the crowd in record time, gasping for breath by the time she reached the older boy. “Remus! I’m so glad they released you!” She exclaimed. Despite her usually very good attempts at digging out information on all the noteworthy gossip stories, the delay of four Gryffindor boys had been under tight lock and key and she was one of many kept in the dark of what had happened over winter break. “My father overheard some Ministry workers talking about your situation and don’t worry, I hardly believe that you four stole the Loch Ness Monster to start your own illegal circus. I have been working hard to petition the Ministry to stop defiling your names and so far have about 12 signatures! We’re on our way to justice!”