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Sunlight was streaming through a window, highlighting the particles of dust that were floating on the air. The room was silent, save for the labored breathing of its lone occupant who was sleeping fitfully on the well used twin bed. The soft yellow comforter was clenched tightly in his pale, bruised hands as he mentally struggled against an imaginary assailant.
A painful gasp escaped his parched throat as the haggard looking man shot up, eyes wide and fearful as they darted around the room. The panic faded slowly as the realization that he was alone settled in, the fear doubled and coupled with anticipation as he realized he was in a foreign place and did not know how it came to be.
He cautiously threw his legs over the side of the bed, setting his bare feet on the cold wooden floor before trying to stand up. His worn legs trembled, threatening to give out as he steadied himself against the nearest wall. Tired honey eyes surveyed the room meticulously, trying vainly to get his bearings.
The walls were covered in old floral wallpaper, peeling slightly in some places under the weight of time. Several bookcases were placed on either side of the window, holding a copious amount of ancient looking books, had the man been comfortable with his environment he would have been mildly thrilled at the amount of books he could peruse.
Other than the aforementioned items the room was bare, looking like it hadn't been lived in for something close to a decade.
Pushing heavily off the wall the man began to make his way towards the solid looking door, subconsciously reaching for his wand. Panic streaked through his mind as his eyes darted to the robes he was wearing.
They were his, he recognized the patches that had long ago been placed over rips and tears, but his wand was not in his pockets. His heart sped up exponentially, threatening to beat clear out of his chest.
He was alone in a strange place and currently defenseless. Joy.
A deep, calming breath was in order. It would not do for him to over react, which would only ensure the occurrence of mistakes on his behalf. His eyes narrowed in apprehension as he grasp the golden door knob, turning in slowly he pushed the weighty door open a crack, his honey eyes peering cautiously into the hallway.
Three closed doors lined the hallway, the walls were devoid of any decorations and the floor was bare, a stairwell lay ominously at the end of the hall. The house was as silent as a grave, unnerving the man deeply. He was profoundly thankful that the door did not creak as he opened it wide enough for him to slip out into the hall, his feet padded quietly against the floor as his robes rustled with his movements.
It wasn't until he reached the top of the stairs that he let out a breath he was unaware he had been holding. His shaking hand grabbed the banister as he tried to silently make his way down the lengthy stairwell, unfortunately the stairs were not nearly as well cared for as the door hinges.
The man visibly flinched every time the floor boards creaked under his meager weight. Despite the disturbance of silence he could hear no other noises aside from the ones he caused. Another sigh of relief escaped from his tense form as he reached the bottom of the stairs. So far there were no other signs of life, something that was greatly appreciated.
His wary honey eyes scanned the entrance way he found himself standing in. Once again he was faced with three options, the entrance door; an open frame to the right that led to what he guessed was the kitchen, and an open frame on the left that led to a sitting room.
The entrance door was enticing and he dearly wished to walk through it and leave this confusing place behind, but two things were holding him back.
He desperately wanted his wand back, as all wizards would, and he felt a pressing need to get some answers, as per human nature.
Dropping his shoulders in defeat he cast a longing glance towards the door before turning to the right, wandering towards what he thought should be the kitchen. His steps were still very cautious and his eyes were guarded. The discomfort that had built in his chest was not fading and his thoughts were trying vainly to piece together this mystery.
His body went ridged at the entrance of the kitchen for there was another person, blindly going about her day, completely unaware of his presence.
Although this was partly due to the walkman clipped to her belt and headphones secured snuggly around her small head. He vaguely recognized the devise as a muggle music player; which led him to conclude that he had been taken hostage by a muggle, interesting.
The muggle in question was rather short, clothed in the latest muggle fashion: bright blue flats, black leggings underneath an equally bright blue mini skirt, a black tank top with some blue beads around her neck and a blue bow placed in her wavy black hair. He also noticed that she had on fingerless, black, lacy gloves and, what he had hear Lilly call them, 'bangles' on her wrists and painted black nails.
He had yet to see her face, but her whole body was moving about the room in a bizarre form of what he assumed was dancing. If he listened intensely he could barely pick up the sounds coming from her headphones, but the song was indiscernible—not that he really kept up with muggle music.
It was then that she twirled around, moving her hips to the beat of her music and bobbing her head rhythmically. Her face was pale, keeping in trend with every other inch of skin she exposed, but had bright blue eye shadow and heavy black eyeliner. Remus stood, leaning against the door frame waiting for her to open her eyes and notice him.
For some odd reason he no longer felt as though his life were in danger, he did not know that many death eaters that dressed as muggles and danced around their kitchen. Besides the girl looked rather young, maybe 19, and not very strong. He was pretty sure that his 21 year old toned frame could easily over power her if she did indeed turn out to be evil.
When she lazily lifted her eye lids her whole body went stiff and she about fell over, messing up whatever dance move she had in mind as she eyed the man casually watching her make a fool of herself.
She blinked her dark brown eyes rapidly before roughly ripping the headphones off, her face heating up in embarrassment. After a few moments of impersonating a fish she seemed to have composed herself.
She smiled brightly striding over to him with her hand held out. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth Prince. I'm sure you're a little curious as to why you're here, huh?"
Her bubbly voice caught the man off guard; the happiness in it was shocking if not a bit annoying. He stiffly shook her hand, introducing himself only because courtesy dictated he should.
"Remus Lupin. And yes, quite."
She twirled away, almost prancing over to the cabinets above the sink area. One of his eyebrows rose in dismay, she was awfully hyper it would seem.
"Go ahead and have a seat, this will probably take a moment. Do you want anything to drink, eh?"
Remus blinked before shaking his head, might as well be cooperative, other than being overly cheerful she had done nothing to harm him. "Some water would be nice." He mumbled, taking a seat at the dark cheery wood table.
Humming to whatever song she was previously listening to she moved about the kitchen preparing a cup of cocoa for her and water for him. Water was so boring.
After a few moments she sat across from him, sliding him his cup. Another blinding smile was sent his way, did she never stop?
"Well, it was November 12th 1981 and the morning dew was fresh upon the ground." She waved her hands theatrically, trying to physically weave a story before his eyes. When she met his un-amused gaze she huffed and dropped her hands to the table.
"Fine. Be a bore. I found you passed out and cut up the other morning when I was out of for my morning walk. I didn't think the neighbors would appreciate having a naked man lying around their yard; they're kind of prim and proper if you catch my drift. Anyway, I brought you here, put your clothes back on and left you in bed. To be honest I forgot you were here." She said shrugging, still pouting about her attempts of being created being ruined.
Remus's face was slightly scarlet, she had seen him naked. She had touched him while he was naked.
"Oh don't look so mortified. I didn't touch you."
His brow furrowed in confusion. "Then how exactly did you transport me?"
A secretive smile overtook her glossed lips and her eyes twinkled merrily. "Magic." She laughed at his alarmed face.
"Magic isn't real." He said, his voice firm, eyes shifty. His blatant denial made Elizabeth role her eyes at him. "Yes it is. Either it's real or this wand I found belongs to some other naked fellow wandering around."
Her tone was teasing, something that Remus did not really appreciate. Honestly couldn't she speed it up, he didn't want to be here any longer. As if she sensed his impatience she mentally rolled her eyes at him again. "Accio wand." She mumbled darkly, waving a gloved hand in a bizarre pattern for a moment before catching his flying wand.
"Here, now you can leave since you obviously don't want to keep me company." She practically hissed the words at him, refusing to look at him. He blinked at her in surprise. Talk about mood swings much?
He sighed in resignation. No matter how bad of a day he was having she had done him a massive favor and he was being slightly rude to her. "Sorry, I've not been having the best time lately. Waking up in a strange place without my wand hasn't put me in the best of spirits."
His apology seemed to have settled her growing moodiness, bringing out her happiness once more. "'Tis fine, tis fine. Besides I would have taken you home but Alohamora didn't open your door. Also some pretty creepy people were sleuthing around there yesterday." A thought seemed to have dawned on her as her pretty brown eyes widened in alarm as she hopped up and held her hands out defensively.
"Y-you-r-re not a deatheater are you?" the accusation in her trembling voice struck the wrong chord in Remus causing his temper to flare.
"Don't you dare accuse me of that. Deatheater's are despicable people, filthy murderers!" He scoffed at her meanly. "Besides even if I was you don't have a wand and I do."
Her shoulders relaxed a little but her face stayed tense. "I knew I should have just kept walking." Was muttered under her breath. Remus's eyes narrowed in displeasure, things weren't adding up.
"How do you know about magic and deatheaters, you're obviously not a witch?" his voice was harsh as he trained his wand on the poor girl. See if she ever helps a stranger out again, it seems more trouble than it's worth.
To his displeasure she ignored his wand and angry stance, opting instead to sit back in her previously vacated chair. A bored expression had molded her face into the epitome of indifference. "Oh quit being over dramatic. If you'd sit down and talk civilly with me I'll answer all your questions; Although, I should probably just kick you out."
Begrudgingly he sat back down, keeping his wand within easy reach, just in case. "I'd like to point out you were the one being dramatic first." The pout on his face brought a little humor back into her eyes. Boys were so silly.
She shrugged away his comment, choosing instead to look out the window. "I know about magic because I am a squib. Pureblood. But a squib none the less. My family is so inbred I'm lucky I didn't end up insane or disfigured. Although I suppose some could argue against the last one." The humor in her voice let him know she was joking about the disfigurement comment.
He bit his lip in thought. "Squibs can't do magic, how do you? And above that, wandless magic?" Her explanations were only causing more questions.
A bright smile lit her face as she brought her hands in front of her, almost doing jazz hands. "These little babies are my biggest accomplishment." Referring to her lacy black gloves."Besides Squibs are magically challenged people. We can learn magic. It's just a hell of a lot harder for us, which is why we never get accepted into actual wizarding schools." She shot him a look, apparently displeased that he too looked down on squibs. Honestly they had feelings too.
He rose and eyebrow at her questioningly."What exactly are those?" he refused to call them 'babies'. Her bangles clanked noisily as she set her hands back onto the table.
"My wand." She beamed at him, obviously proud of herself. Remus felt a headache coming on. "So let me get this straight. You somehow transfigured your wand into gloves?" At her chipper nod he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off the assault on his brain.
"Wandless transfiguration on your wand is practically unheard of." Her bubbly laughter caused him to look at her strangely, what exactly was funny about what he said?
"Honestly, you wizards are so dense sometimes. Wandless transfiguration happens all the time, ever heard of Animagus? I'd even venture to say what you undergo once a month is wandless transfiguration. Just because it's unheard of doesn't mean it's unpracticed." The smile was still firmly planted on her face, although it seemed a bit forced.
"So you know what I am?" Remus gulped nervously. This probably wasn't going to end well. "Yes. My Uncle Leo has Lycanthropy too. That and you being passed out naked after the full moon was kind of a giveaway." Or maybe it would end okay.
"Anyway, I hate to cut this short, but I have to get to work. Boss man doesn't need any more reasons to fire me." She grinned cheekily at him. Maybe she really was bi-polar. He frowned; he still had a lot of questions.
"You've hardly satisfied my thirst for answers." She looked at him oddly, 'thirst for answers'? Who talked like that nowadays? Shrugging away his oddness she hurriedly put their cups in the sink, they would have to wait until after work.
"Hmm, well that's a shame. But you only live across the street and I don't plan on moving anytime soon, so come over whenever you want. I actually don't mind your moody company, surprising I know. Please lock up on your way out!" and like that she disappeared. Remus blinked at where she was previously standing. Since when could squibs apparate?
Shaking his thoughts loose he stood and went towards the door, what an odd girl. Despite her oddness he got the feeling that he could learn to enjoy her company, with time that is. He knew he desperately needed to make new friends so that he didn't slip back into the depression that led him to this peculiar experience.
Drinking yourself pissed is apparently a very bad thing to do on a full moon night.
A/N: So what do you guys think? I've had this idea rolling around my head for a while. Please note the date. It is VERY important =]. If you read, please review. They make me smile.