A/N; Defiantly not one of my best, but at the moment I'm suffering a pretty bad case of writer's block, hopefully tomorrow's will be better.
Thirty Moments in the Life of Remus Lupin
8 – Empty
Remus awoke with a groan. His head was pounding as he lifted his feet to the floor before stumbling from his room. He walked through the hallways slowly, taking note of each picture, reminiscing.
There was James and Sirius in their second year, having just made the Quidditch team, and to the left was a picture of him and Lily studying in what must have been third year. Many others followed before he came upon his two most favorite. First, there were the four Marauders, standing in identical black robes with Lily in a beautiful, elegant white dress standing in between himself and James. That day had been so happy, no worries, no death, no blood, no war. Then, there was a picture documentating what had to have been the happiest day in his entire life. A surprisingly younger looking self looked back at him holding a bundle of blue that had a small tuft of raven locks. Harry. Prongslet. Marauders heir. Cub. His cub.
Remus smiled fondly at the picture before elegantly making his way to the kitchen. He tripped slightly on the wooden chair leg that was sticking out before grumbling and regaining his posture. One thing was certain; Remus was not a morning person. He made his was over to the window, were three tubs sat.
Coffee.
Biscuits.
Money.
He reached for the first, coffee was the thing that kept him going, he was addicted to it almost as much as chocolate. As he opened the lid, he sighed, there was nothing in there. He replaced the tub to the self before reaching for the second. Perhaps a chocolate biscuit would help wake him up. But alas, nothing could be found in this tub either. Reaching for the last tub he remembered the small grocery store in a town not far from his cottage, surely he'd been able to get his caffeine fix from there. A deeper frown formed on his face as he looked into the tub.
Empty. All three were empty. Only then did Remus realize the significance. Without a job, or James and Sirius to help, there would be no way to fill the jars. And so, for days to come, the jars upon the window sill remained empty, much like the occupant of the small homey cottage.
