Sentiment
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I don't know anyone who does. Oh, JK does, but I don't know her!
A/N: This is set at the time of Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts. I really hope that you enjoy this story and please be kind and review! I thrive on them! Thank you
Remus Lupin had been moved from job to job without so much as a thank you for putting in all of the hard work. That was his way to try and prove himself to the Wizarding world, to show them that he was equally as talented, may be even more then the others and that being a Werewolf meant nothing otherwise.
Unfortunately it didn't work, as he discovered, moving his possessions out of his small office in the Merlin's department store. He had been promoted on numerous occasions during the year he had worked there, the first stable job he had had after his year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was presented the job as store manager but on a night out he had stupidly drank too much mead and going against all rules allowed himself to speak, letting fly all of his secrets that he kept so close to heart. He didn't tell anyone anymore, not unless he had their absolute trust.
He stood on the curb of a busy London street. Where was he going to go? Which degrading job would he have to fulfil this time? How many meads' will spill the secret that shaped his life? It was seven. How could he have got to seven? Why hadn't someone stopped him, like he stopped his employees? Why doesn't anyone treat him with dignity when he treats everyone with the utmost civility?
He wandered slowly up the street, knowing that he would soon have an over-due rent bill to pay, that he would soon be as broke as he was prior to his job. He stopped in front of The Leaky Cauldron and entered.
It was the same hazy atmosphere that he had become accustomed to. The same ramble and cackle of voices across the room that made his self-pity seem to lessen. Maybe it was the fact that he missed other wizard interaction so much that he was quite content to listen to the endless chatter.
He made his way over to the bar and sat down, throwing his case down by his feet, a sigh escaping his lips.
" Bad day at work then Remus?" asked Tom standing up pulling a glass from beneath the counter, filled it with Butterbeer then passed it over to an old wizard who handed over three sickles.
" What work? I'm out of a job again," was his melancholy reply.
" Oh! What are you doing?" Tom asked good-heartedly, " eating the bosses wives?" he added with a chortle.
Remus smiled wearily, laughing on the inside. He wished that he could just say, ' Well, yeah, now that you mention it' but he knew he couldn't. He hadn't actually bitten anyone, ever. He had bought ingredients to concoct the wolfbane potion that Severus had been making for him prior to his leaving Hogwarts.
" No," he replied, " I don't know what their problem is with me. I'm just as hard working as the next wizard. Poorer, unkempt and old, but other then that –" he trailed off looking down at his appearance.
" Nah! No way! I'd hire you if I could, but there isn't enough money in it. Best I run the bar by myself. If you get what I mean –"
" It's OK, Tom. I fully understand. But I need to get out of this place, find somewhere better to go looking for a job."
" What? Like out of the country?" Tom asked bewildered. " And have no-one to talk to in the evenings?"
Remus laughed. " Oh no! I was thinking of – oh you would think that I was mad!"
" Try me Remus!" he said beaming, " I've seen a few coo-coo's in my time, and I don't think you would fit in with them!"
Remus smiled and looking down as he spoke, " I'm thinking of trying to find work in the Muggle World."
A/N: So? what do you think? PLease review! Thanks, Phoenix firefly xxxooo
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I don't know anyone who does. Oh, JK does, but I don't know her!
A/N: This is set at the time of Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts. I really hope that you enjoy this story and please be kind and review! I thrive on them! Thank you
Remus Lupin had been moved from job to job without so much as a thank you for putting in all of the hard work. That was his way to try and prove himself to the Wizarding world, to show them that he was equally as talented, may be even more then the others and that being a Werewolf meant nothing otherwise.
Unfortunately it didn't work, as he discovered, moving his possessions out of his small office in the Merlin's department store. He had been promoted on numerous occasions during the year he had worked there, the first stable job he had had after his year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was presented the job as store manager but on a night out he had stupidly drank too much mead and going against all rules allowed himself to speak, letting fly all of his secrets that he kept so close to heart. He didn't tell anyone anymore, not unless he had their absolute trust.
He stood on the curb of a busy London street. Where was he going to go? Which degrading job would he have to fulfil this time? How many meads' will spill the secret that shaped his life? It was seven. How could he have got to seven? Why hadn't someone stopped him, like he stopped his employees? Why doesn't anyone treat him with dignity when he treats everyone with the utmost civility?
He wandered slowly up the street, knowing that he would soon have an over-due rent bill to pay, that he would soon be as broke as he was prior to his job. He stopped in front of The Leaky Cauldron and entered.
It was the same hazy atmosphere that he had become accustomed to. The same ramble and cackle of voices across the room that made his self-pity seem to lessen. Maybe it was the fact that he missed other wizard interaction so much that he was quite content to listen to the endless chatter.
He made his way over to the bar and sat down, throwing his case down by his feet, a sigh escaping his lips.
" Bad day at work then Remus?" asked Tom standing up pulling a glass from beneath the counter, filled it with Butterbeer then passed it over to an old wizard who handed over three sickles.
" What work? I'm out of a job again," was his melancholy reply.
" Oh! What are you doing?" Tom asked good-heartedly, " eating the bosses wives?" he added with a chortle.
Remus smiled wearily, laughing on the inside. He wished that he could just say, ' Well, yeah, now that you mention it' but he knew he couldn't. He hadn't actually bitten anyone, ever. He had bought ingredients to concoct the wolfbane potion that Severus had been making for him prior to his leaving Hogwarts.
" No," he replied, " I don't know what their problem is with me. I'm just as hard working as the next wizard. Poorer, unkempt and old, but other then that –" he trailed off looking down at his appearance.
" Nah! No way! I'd hire you if I could, but there isn't enough money in it. Best I run the bar by myself. If you get what I mean –"
" It's OK, Tom. I fully understand. But I need to get out of this place, find somewhere better to go looking for a job."
" What? Like out of the country?" Tom asked bewildered. " And have no-one to talk to in the evenings?"
Remus laughed. " Oh no! I was thinking of – oh you would think that I was mad!"
" Try me Remus!" he said beaming, " I've seen a few coo-coo's in my time, and I don't think you would fit in with them!"
Remus smiled and looking down as he spoke, " I'm thinking of trying to find work in the Muggle World."
A/N: So? what do you think? PLease review! Thanks, Phoenix firefly xxxooo