Tomorrow || Remus & Open || No One’s Alone in Hell
Date: July 22nd, 1979 Time: 12:48pm Location: Hogwarts
The hot sun beat down on the witches and wizards who had gathered outside of Hogwarts that day for training, a rare cloudless day granting them little relief from the July heat. As Remus turned away from the group, he lifted his wand, whispering an enchantment and watching as his bottle refilled itself for the second time that afternoon.
The long sleeves of his heavy cotton over-shirt were itchy, the fabric clinging to his damp skin in a highly uncomfortable manner. Brushing up at the edge of his wrists, the werewolf reluctantly tugged the material down to cover his scarred skin for what must have been the hundredth time that day, pushing down the urge to just take off the damned thing altogether and settle for a t-shirt like any other sane person in the summer.
There were plenty of things to be happy about, of course. Surrounded by the high castle walls and thick forest in the distance, there were few places that felt safer than Hogwarts. Plus, when Remus had apparated to Hogsmeade that morning, he had heard birds.Not women, mind you, but proper flying birds that hung about on the trees, chattering away about whatever it was that birds had to chat about. It reminded him just how much he had missed Hogwarts. It felt comfortable.
However, spending most of his time in the cool and cloudy city of London for the past year, Remus had found himself forgetting just how dreadful a hot summer day could be until just now. And by gods, was it miserable.
Lifting the cool water bottle to his lips, Remus took several deep swallows, not entirely eager to return back to the group of Order members who had gathered together for the day. Brushing a hand through his damp and tangled hair, the werewolf let out a sigh, wiping at the back of his neck and knowing that his face must be blotchy and red. Brilliant.
Turning to his side, Remus was surprised for a moment to realize that he wasn’t alone. With an awkward smile, the werewolf held his water bottle out in front of him.
“Do you want a drink? Or you could dump it on my head.” The Marauder shrugged, tugging down on his sleeve absentmindedly once more. “At this point, I’d be fine with either.”
