A/N-Whoo-hoo! A new installment! Yes, it's thrilling, I know. This one is from Fyrn Lupin's point of view. If you
can't remember who anyone is, go back and have a look at the 1st chapter. The A/N should tell you everything you
need to know. Ok, now for the cool stuff!
Fyrn Lupin's Point of View
"And the weather today will be-" "Whoo-hoo!" I shot out of bed, dancing around in my pajamas. "Yay! It's
the Fourth! It's the fourth!"
"Whaaaa?" My roomate, Mary Russel, but everyone called her Russ, poked her head out from underneath her
covers, saw me dancing, and pulled the blankets over her head again.
"Hee-hee-hee! C'mon Russ, it's 6! Up and at 'em."
She sat up. "God, Fyrn, why are you so happy today? Usally it's me that has to drag you out of bed in the
morning."
I stared at her. "You mean you forgot?" I said, pretending to be furious.
"What? Is there something I was supposed to remember?"
I grabbed my wand, pointing it at her. "Russ, I swear, if you're not joking I will curse you to Main Street."
She snatched hers off the bedside table. "Oh really?" She said sarcastically.
I laughed and put the wand down. "No. Alright, c'mon, Ms. Greenwich is coming at Eleven, and I want to be
ready."
"You really are insane. I've suspected it since June, but, I've only just been sure. You are crazy, Fyrn!"
She laughed and stood up, jamming her slippers onto her feet.
"Oh, shut up." I said in my snottiest English accent. "If I was allowed to do magic, Russ, you'd be dead.
My dad-" I stopped. It was still really painful to think about what had happened, even though it had transpired
almost 3 months ago.
I turned and headed for my closet, thinking. My father, Remus Lupin, had been brutally murdered in June,
one week before Hogwarts School was attacked by Voldemort and his band of death eaters. Professors McGonagall,
Trelawny, Sprout, and many students now lay dead. My mother, Sunny Lupin, had disappeared about three days before
my father was killed. Every single day I prayed that she had escaped and was still safe. I had loved her so much.
I was sent to an American foster home at the end of June, because it was thought that I had some relatives
in America. Sadly, they couldn't be found, so I stayed here. I missed my friends back at Hogwarts so much. Harry,
Hermione and Ron were my best friends, since we were all in Gryffindor and had classes together. I smiled
sardonically. Harry and I were more alike now, I thought. We're both orpahans. I laughed bitterly, getting an odd
look from Russ.I'd been getting weekly letters from all of them, ever since I came here. Even Dumbledore wrote
constantly. He'd become almost my psudo father since I came to America.
I grabbed a blouse and jeans and pulled them on. I was being adopted by a woman named Ann Greenwich. She was
single, living in a large house in the suburbs of Chicago. She was in her mid-thirties, and I liked her okay. She'd
never really replace my mom, though. She was a muggle, and I hoped she'd let me go back to school in England.
I hopped over to the dressing table, one sock dangling from my foot, and pulled the big, brown, curly blob
called my hair up into a ponytail. Everyone said I looked so much like my dad. I just hoped that I hadn't inherited
his *ahem* wolfish tendancies.
"Fyrn!" There was a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Forde. Her and her husband, Ted, ran the foster home.
I sighed. "Yeah, Mrs. Forde? Ow!" This last part was to Sirius, my owl, who had just flown in with a letter
from Hermione in his beak.
"A man is here to see you. Says it's urgent."
I swore under my breath and said to Russ. "I swear, if it's that damned social worker again, I won't bother
doing magic, I'll just run him through with my wand."
She laughed and drawled sarcastically, "Oh, yeah, the Ministry will probably give you an order of Merlin
for that one, Fyrn."
I halfheartedly took a swing at her, which she ducked easily. I turned and grabbed my cloak, not caring if
the stranger though I was nuts for wearing one. I dashed out the door, Russ running up to come with me.
I stopped short when I reached the front room, where Mrs. Forde always took visitors. A tall man with dark hair
was standing there. He had brown eyes and a windswept look about him, as if he had just been through high winds. A
newspaper was shoved in his back pocket. He was pacing the room, looking anxious, and every so often he'd take out
the paper and rifle through it.
The man turned and saw me and Russ standing there, both wearing our cloaks, mine green and hers blue. He raised
an eyebrow and walked over to where I was standing.
"Fyrn Lupin?" He said, his voice low.
"Er, yes, that's me."
"Can you come with me, for a walk or something? There's something important we need to discuss." He turned to
Mrs. Forde, who looked unhappy but nodded her agreement.
I walked over to the door and yanked it open, pulling my cloak tighter around me. The man cast a glance in my
direction before walking out ahead of me. I followed and we went down the front walk to the lawn, where he turned and
started heading for the park.I ran to catch up, a thousand questions on my tounge, but he spoke first.
"Fyrn, you can't go with Ms. Greenwich today."
I stopped short, and stared at him. "What?" I sputtered. "Why? She's nice, she's might let me go back to England,
why shouldn't I go with her?"
The man sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Look. It's a long story. I own a resturante, why don't we go have lunch
there? I've got some friends I need to talk to, and...." He trailed off.
I nodded. I wasn't entirely sure why I trusted him, but I did.
A/N-I was being stupid, i just wanted to post it, so that's all for now. Theo (my oh-so-nice ( yes Theo, that was sarcasm)
Muse) was being obstinate and wouldn't let me write my An Interesting Offer story. Adios!
Theo: Yes, I really am nice, she was just being an idiot.
can't remember who anyone is, go back and have a look at the 1st chapter. The A/N should tell you everything you
need to know. Ok, now for the cool stuff!
Fyrn Lupin's Point of View
"And the weather today will be-" "Whoo-hoo!" I shot out of bed, dancing around in my pajamas. "Yay! It's
the Fourth! It's the fourth!"
"Whaaaa?" My roomate, Mary Russel, but everyone called her Russ, poked her head out from underneath her
covers, saw me dancing, and pulled the blankets over her head again.
"Hee-hee-hee! C'mon Russ, it's 6! Up and at 'em."
She sat up. "God, Fyrn, why are you so happy today? Usally it's me that has to drag you out of bed in the
morning."
I stared at her. "You mean you forgot?" I said, pretending to be furious.
"What? Is there something I was supposed to remember?"
I grabbed my wand, pointing it at her. "Russ, I swear, if you're not joking I will curse you to Main Street."
She snatched hers off the bedside table. "Oh really?" She said sarcastically.
I laughed and put the wand down. "No. Alright, c'mon, Ms. Greenwich is coming at Eleven, and I want to be
ready."
"You really are insane. I've suspected it since June, but, I've only just been sure. You are crazy, Fyrn!"
She laughed and stood up, jamming her slippers onto her feet.
"Oh, shut up." I said in my snottiest English accent. "If I was allowed to do magic, Russ, you'd be dead.
My dad-" I stopped. It was still really painful to think about what had happened, even though it had transpired
almost 3 months ago.
I turned and headed for my closet, thinking. My father, Remus Lupin, had been brutally murdered in June,
one week before Hogwarts School was attacked by Voldemort and his band of death eaters. Professors McGonagall,
Trelawny, Sprout, and many students now lay dead. My mother, Sunny Lupin, had disappeared about three days before
my father was killed. Every single day I prayed that she had escaped and was still safe. I had loved her so much.
I was sent to an American foster home at the end of June, because it was thought that I had some relatives
in America. Sadly, they couldn't be found, so I stayed here. I missed my friends back at Hogwarts so much. Harry,
Hermione and Ron were my best friends, since we were all in Gryffindor and had classes together. I smiled
sardonically. Harry and I were more alike now, I thought. We're both orpahans. I laughed bitterly, getting an odd
look from Russ.I'd been getting weekly letters from all of them, ever since I came here. Even Dumbledore wrote
constantly. He'd become almost my psudo father since I came to America.
I grabbed a blouse and jeans and pulled them on. I was being adopted by a woman named Ann Greenwich. She was
single, living in a large house in the suburbs of Chicago. She was in her mid-thirties, and I liked her okay. She'd
never really replace my mom, though. She was a muggle, and I hoped she'd let me go back to school in England.
I hopped over to the dressing table, one sock dangling from my foot, and pulled the big, brown, curly blob
called my hair up into a ponytail. Everyone said I looked so much like my dad. I just hoped that I hadn't inherited
his *ahem* wolfish tendancies.
"Fyrn!" There was a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Forde. Her and her husband, Ted, ran the foster home.
I sighed. "Yeah, Mrs. Forde? Ow!" This last part was to Sirius, my owl, who had just flown in with a letter
from Hermione in his beak.
"A man is here to see you. Says it's urgent."
I swore under my breath and said to Russ. "I swear, if it's that damned social worker again, I won't bother
doing magic, I'll just run him through with my wand."
She laughed and drawled sarcastically, "Oh, yeah, the Ministry will probably give you an order of Merlin
for that one, Fyrn."
I halfheartedly took a swing at her, which she ducked easily. I turned and grabbed my cloak, not caring if
the stranger though I was nuts for wearing one. I dashed out the door, Russ running up to come with me.
I stopped short when I reached the front room, where Mrs. Forde always took visitors. A tall man with dark hair
was standing there. He had brown eyes and a windswept look about him, as if he had just been through high winds. A
newspaper was shoved in his back pocket. He was pacing the room, looking anxious, and every so often he'd take out
the paper and rifle through it.
The man turned and saw me and Russ standing there, both wearing our cloaks, mine green and hers blue. He raised
an eyebrow and walked over to where I was standing.
"Fyrn Lupin?" He said, his voice low.
"Er, yes, that's me."
"Can you come with me, for a walk or something? There's something important we need to discuss." He turned to
Mrs. Forde, who looked unhappy but nodded her agreement.
I walked over to the door and yanked it open, pulling my cloak tighter around me. The man cast a glance in my
direction before walking out ahead of me. I followed and we went down the front walk to the lawn, where he turned and
started heading for the park.I ran to catch up, a thousand questions on my tounge, but he spoke first.
"Fyrn, you can't go with Ms. Greenwich today."
I stopped short, and stared at him. "What?" I sputtered. "Why? She's nice, she's might let me go back to England,
why shouldn't I go with her?"
The man sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Look. It's a long story. I own a resturante, why don't we go have lunch
there? I've got some friends I need to talk to, and...." He trailed off.
I nodded. I wasn't entirely sure why I trusted him, but I did.
A/N-I was being stupid, i just wanted to post it, so that's all for now. Theo (my oh-so-nice ( yes Theo, that was sarcasm)
Muse) was being obstinate and wouldn't let me write my An Interesting Offer story. Adios!
Theo: Yes, I really am nice, she was just being an idiot.