Chapter One
Hello!
A very annoying and high-pitched chime resulted in Remus Lupin having to wake up much earlier than he ever wanted to on the weekend. The chime rang out through the silent room yet again, and he was forced to grope around, searching blindly for the source of the damnable racket. His hand landed on the tiny Wizard Tablet underneath a stack of books piled high on his nightstand. Why Sirius insisted he get one of these newfangled devices, he had no idea, but he couldn't resist, if only to stop Sirius from whining incessantly that perhaps he could meet someone new. Remus grumbled to himself, knowing full well that he was just fine how he was, and didn't need the trouble of romantic entanglements now, or ever, for that matter. He was still grumbling as he was trying to dislodge the Tablet, yet slightly underestimated how much strength it would take to remove it from its considerable burden, and promptly fell on the floor of his tiny bedroom, banging his head on the wall as he went. He resigned himself to the floor for a while, as the considerable pain in his head finally subsided. Thinking that today was in fact cursed, he was willing to stay there for the remainder of time, but then another annoyingly cheerful chime came from his Tablet, and he pushed himself up to where the top of his nightstand was eye level, and managed to reluctantly free the device. He touched the screen, and it immediately lit up in very offensively bright colors, showing that he had three new messages on an app that he never wanted to get in the first place. Somehow, however, Sirius had managed to charm the device so it would only delete things if he was the one to delete them, and in so doing had managed to upload an app that allowed strangers to message you, just based on a profile. Remus had protested, but Sirius would hear none of it, insisting that someone other than himself and the Order members should be privy to his astounding intelligence. Remus had rolled his eyes at that, but had grudgingly not fought Sirius on it. He had had another moment of unwillingness once Sirius informed him that he had to make a profile, as if this was some overrated dating mechanism, but he had eventually caved once Sirius threatened to show everyone the embarrassing memory he had of Remus dancing on a table completely naked, as he thought he had been alone. The git, using blackmail… Remus sighed to himself, and opened the app with some hesitation. The screen flashed briefly, and then prompted him to put in his username and password, which he did, and then it finally opened, with his unread messages popping up as well. Welcome, WolfLantern. You have three unread messages. Remus rather liked his username, with the obvious "wolf" connotation, but also with the association of the muggle superhero, the Green Lantern. He had always loved those comics, and Green Lantern was by far his favorite out of the hundreds he had read. He decided that before he read the messages he would make himself a cup of tea, so he ambled his way downstairs, all the way to the basement, as that was the location of the kitchen in Grimmauld Place, which Sirius had graciously allowed him access to when he needed a break from the missions he was sent on. He quickly made himself a cup of his favorite tea, and made his way first to his room to grab the Tablet, before wandering into the library to settle himself within the confines of his favorite chair. He had another sip of tea, before setting it down on the table next to him, pulling the tablet into his lap as he did so. He scanned the usernames of the three, deciding which he should open first. He settled on the very bottom one, from someone named MoonFlower. It was a quite simple message, just "hello!", which he replied to in the same vein, but without the exclamation point, as that was far too cheerful to manage this early in the morning. He then opened the one from NovelPhoenix, which said, "I'm not really sure how I should go about talking to a random stranger online, as this is baffling to me, and completely out of my comfort zone. But your profile was interesting, and I figured it couldn't hurt to know more about you. Are you reading anything at the moment? Your profile mentioned you loved books, and I admit I have the same pastime. I'm looking for something good to read at the moment, and figured a suggestion wouldn't hurt". He responded by saying that he was indeed reading something at the moment, a quite interesting muggle novel by the name of 1984, and asked if she had read that particular one before. Finally, he opened the one from FireAndBrimstone, which asked quite plainly, "Is this Professor Lupin?" He stared at it for a bit, before deciding that it couldn't hurt to be truthful, as he had been addressed as "Professor", which meant that she had been a student of his quite a few years back. "Yes, this is. However, I have not been a professor for a long time, so there is no need to address me as such. Who might you be?" Satisfied that he had answered the three messages sufficiently, he then went about his business.
