A/N WELL, NOW WE ARE BACK TO THE NICE AND CHEERY PART RIGHT?
"Rom, please?"
"No, Rem, no."
"Don't call me that! Now, please, just listen, just hear me out--"
"I won't call you Rem, if you don't call me Rom. Maybe I don't want to listen, maybe I want you to go the hell away, kid."
Romulus and Remus Lupin were twins. Not identical, but one could still tell they were brothers. Remus, the shorter of the two, stood gazing anxiously up at his brother through a pair of clear blue eyes. He was fighting a losing battle with the wind, trying to keep his light brown hair from blowing into his face.
Romulus stood glaring down defiantly at his brother. He was taller, and stockier. His deep brown eyes flashed with the pleasure it gave him to pester his brother. He kept his hands crossed tightly across his chest, making no effort to keep his own dark chestnut locks out of his eyes.
"Romulus," Remus growled in an exasperated tone, " just come one day, next week, if you don't want to help, then I'll leave you alone and you can go off doing whatever it is you do."
"One day of what, kid? What the fuck do you mean?"
"First of all, I demand some respect from you! I'm the only person in the family who ever gives you any, besides Mum. The least you can do is listen. And secondly, I'm no kid, I'm only seven minutes younger--"
"And it makes all the difference in the world, kid. All right, I'll listen this time. But I can't say I'll care."
Remus rolled his eyes and began to explain, aware of the stares people were giving them. They were standing on the bustling street corner outside of the Leaky Cauldron. "Let's go in, people are getting suspicious."
"Be my guest," Romulus drew one arm away from his chest extending it towards the doorway.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Can't. I've been banned for life, got into a big fight there last time. Some jackass Norwegian was looking at me funny so I asked him why he was staring. He didn't like my attitude."
Remus sighed, " Rom, you can't go starting fights with every person you meet just because they look at you or accidentally bump you. You need to control your temper."
"Hey, now you tell me what you want or leave, I didn't send for no fucking psychiatrist."
"All right, whatever, then come back in this alley at least. I'm tired of these people trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. Especially those three girls, they could be spies. This is really serious stuff I'm telling you about, Rom."
Romulus followed his brother into the dingy alley. "Spies, eh? And I'm the one who's paranoid, sure. Don't you know anything? Those girls think we're hot stuff, they ain't no spies."
"Whatever," Remus rolled his eyes again.
"Y'know, they think we're good-looking. And they're right, well, about ME at least."
"Sure, I don't care if you insult me. Not like I haven't heard it thousands of times before. Now are you gonna listen or not?"
"Blimey! What the hell is so important? Just spit it out, kid!"
Remus glared at him, "Well, Voldemort is steadily gaining power, building up his forces, so that--"
"Yeah, really? Y'think? No shit, Sherlock. Is that all you wanted to tell me?"
"I'm not finished yet. Dumbledore-you know him, right?"
"No, never heard of the guy, only attended his school for six years, but I don't know him, no."
"Cut the sarcasm, Rom. Just making sure you still remember; you seem to have forgotten lots of things after you dropped out. Anyway, Dumbledore is organizing a small group of elite Aurors to fight against Voldemort. He thinks the Ministry is going about the wrong way of doing things, so he's trying to fight the Death-Eaters on his own. We need to spots to be filled, and you're one of them."
Romulus nodded, raising his head. "Ok, I got it. Sounds pretty risky, Rem, you're braver than I thought, kid. What's in it for me?"
"What do you mean, what's 'in it' for you?"
"Hey, I'm not risking my neck for nothing."
"Romulus! Don't you have any care for fellow wizards? For fellow humans? Who cares about money? You'll be saving thousands of lives! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Romulus stood up, looking as angry as his brother. He grabbed Remus roughly by the arm. "Listen, kid, I only worry about one person, and that's me. If you're smart, you'll do the same. I'd care about the world if it cared about me. The world hates me because of a condition I can't control. I can't help what happens to me when the moon is full. Don't you understand?"
"No, I don't understand, and you don't understand either, though you think you do. Don't you realize the same thing happens to me? Everyone hates me, I'm treated the same as you. But it hasn't made me cold and heartless; I haven't turned against the world."
Rom let go of his brother, amazed at the words that had spilled from his comrade's mouth. He backed away, shaking his head, refusing to take in the truth.
Finally, he addressed his brother, "When is it? The meeting. If I come, I'll see you there, if not, you know the rest."
"Tomorrow. I'd have told you earlier, but it took me ages to track you down. You're quite good at hiding."
Rom nodded as Remus waved goodbye, turning on his heel. "Thanks, Rom, I knew I could count on you."
"Ow!" Romulus grabbed his forearm; an immense pain had just shot through it. He rolled up the sleeve of his trenchcoat to reveal a burning black mark. It was a curious symbol, a skull with a snake in its mouth.
Romulus gritted his teeth in pain. Then his face erupted in an evil grin, "You never learn do you kid? You can always count on me, and so can the Dark Lord."
"Rom, please?"
"No, Rem, no."
"Don't call me that! Now, please, just listen, just hear me out--"
"I won't call you Rem, if you don't call me Rom. Maybe I don't want to listen, maybe I want you to go the hell away, kid."
Romulus and Remus Lupin were twins. Not identical, but one could still tell they were brothers. Remus, the shorter of the two, stood gazing anxiously up at his brother through a pair of clear blue eyes. He was fighting a losing battle with the wind, trying to keep his light brown hair from blowing into his face.
Romulus stood glaring down defiantly at his brother. He was taller, and stockier. His deep brown eyes flashed with the pleasure it gave him to pester his brother. He kept his hands crossed tightly across his chest, making no effort to keep his own dark chestnut locks out of his eyes.
"Romulus," Remus growled in an exasperated tone, " just come one day, next week, if you don't want to help, then I'll leave you alone and you can go off doing whatever it is you do."
"One day of what, kid? What the fuck do you mean?"
"First of all, I demand some respect from you! I'm the only person in the family who ever gives you any, besides Mum. The least you can do is listen. And secondly, I'm no kid, I'm only seven minutes younger--"
"And it makes all the difference in the world, kid. All right, I'll listen this time. But I can't say I'll care."
Remus rolled his eyes and began to explain, aware of the stares people were giving them. They were standing on the bustling street corner outside of the Leaky Cauldron. "Let's go in, people are getting suspicious."
"Be my guest," Romulus drew one arm away from his chest extending it towards the doorway.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Can't. I've been banned for life, got into a big fight there last time. Some jackass Norwegian was looking at me funny so I asked him why he was staring. He didn't like my attitude."
Remus sighed, " Rom, you can't go starting fights with every person you meet just because they look at you or accidentally bump you. You need to control your temper."
"Hey, now you tell me what you want or leave, I didn't send for no fucking psychiatrist."
"All right, whatever, then come back in this alley at least. I'm tired of these people trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. Especially those three girls, they could be spies. This is really serious stuff I'm telling you about, Rom."
Romulus followed his brother into the dingy alley. "Spies, eh? And I'm the one who's paranoid, sure. Don't you know anything? Those girls think we're hot stuff, they ain't no spies."
"Whatever," Remus rolled his eyes again.
"Y'know, they think we're good-looking. And they're right, well, about ME at least."
"Sure, I don't care if you insult me. Not like I haven't heard it thousands of times before. Now are you gonna listen or not?"
"Blimey! What the hell is so important? Just spit it out, kid!"
Remus glared at him, "Well, Voldemort is steadily gaining power, building up his forces, so that--"
"Yeah, really? Y'think? No shit, Sherlock. Is that all you wanted to tell me?"
"I'm not finished yet. Dumbledore-you know him, right?"
"No, never heard of the guy, only attended his school for six years, but I don't know him, no."
"Cut the sarcasm, Rom. Just making sure you still remember; you seem to have forgotten lots of things after you dropped out. Anyway, Dumbledore is organizing a small group of elite Aurors to fight against Voldemort. He thinks the Ministry is going about the wrong way of doing things, so he's trying to fight the Death-Eaters on his own. We need to spots to be filled, and you're one of them."
Romulus nodded, raising his head. "Ok, I got it. Sounds pretty risky, Rem, you're braver than I thought, kid. What's in it for me?"
"What do you mean, what's 'in it' for you?"
"Hey, I'm not risking my neck for nothing."
"Romulus! Don't you have any care for fellow wizards? For fellow humans? Who cares about money? You'll be saving thousands of lives! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Romulus stood up, looking as angry as his brother. He grabbed Remus roughly by the arm. "Listen, kid, I only worry about one person, and that's me. If you're smart, you'll do the same. I'd care about the world if it cared about me. The world hates me because of a condition I can't control. I can't help what happens to me when the moon is full. Don't you understand?"
"No, I don't understand, and you don't understand either, though you think you do. Don't you realize the same thing happens to me? Everyone hates me, I'm treated the same as you. But it hasn't made me cold and heartless; I haven't turned against the world."
Rom let go of his brother, amazed at the words that had spilled from his comrade's mouth. He backed away, shaking his head, refusing to take in the truth.
Finally, he addressed his brother, "When is it? The meeting. If I come, I'll see you there, if not, you know the rest."
"Tomorrow. I'd have told you earlier, but it took me ages to track you down. You're quite good at hiding."
Rom nodded as Remus waved goodbye, turning on his heel. "Thanks, Rom, I knew I could count on you."
"Ow!" Romulus grabbed his forearm; an immense pain had just shot through it. He rolled up the sleeve of his trenchcoat to reveal a burning black mark. It was a curious symbol, a skull with a snake in its mouth.
Romulus gritted his teeth in pain. Then his face erupted in an evil grin, "You never learn do you kid? You can always count on me, and so can the Dark Lord."