#footprint

Roman footprint

* Baths of Diocletian Museums

@wolfstarmicrofic May 21, word count 234

Remus saw the footprint, or rather paw print, the second he opened the back door to his little cottage. It was on the edge of the flowerbed, sinking into the damp soil, each little toe imprinted until he dug it over. That paw print could only mean one thing. Sirius was out there somewhere. 

He lifted his teacup to his lips and scanned the garden. It backed onto a small wooded area. A rather useful spot once a month. Remus didn’t spot anything right away, but on his second scan, he noticed a lolling pink tongue. He froze, the teacup still pressed against his lips as a mass of moss and dried leaves rose to its feet and slunk towards him. 

“You’d better shake all that crap off before you come in,” Remus warned, turning on his heel and heading back inside, ignoring the shaggy black dog. He made another cup of tea and got the emergency chocolate hobnobs from the back of the cupboard. He hadn’t seen Sirius since that night in the shrieking shack. Sirius had never sought him out, so he’d assumed he wasn’t interested in him any more. He knew Sirius had been writing to Harry, but never to him. 

Soft footsteps padded towards him. 

“What do you want, Sirius?” Remus muttered, tearing open the packet of biscuits. 

“Voldemort’s back.”

Remus spun around, the hobnobs slipping through his fingers. 

No Footprint Wood House, Uvita, Puntarenas, Costa Rica,

A-01 (A Company / A Foundation),