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Author's note: There'll be a sudden change in character for both Remus and Severus. Remus will become cheery all of a sudden, and Severus will ACTUALLY be Severus! HUZZAH! Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I own neither Remus, nor Severus, nor any HP character. *sighs* Too bad, huh?
I wound up living in Gimmauld Place with the rest of the Order during Summer. It wasn't too shabby once they cleaned out most of the disgusting mold and hideous creatures, namely Sirius. My room was rather cramped and stuffy, but I hesitated to open the windows for god knows why reasons. Instead I recluded to the kitchen and living room, spending most of my time reading and/or waiting for news from Moody. It hardly ever came. Seemed Voldemort was busy with other things that terrorizing Britain, but we didn't know what. After a while, a very distinguished guest came to visit.
Harry Potter. What a joy.
As if it wasn't enough listening to his pathetic little complaints all damn year, he had to come and LIVE with us for the length of the holidays. Constantly we could hear his little banterings about how "Sirius should have lived this" and "Voldemort killed my parents that". Soon enough the whole Gryffindor gang showed up, breaking vases and untidying up the bathroom. And just to complete the best summer of my life, Remus had finally given in to moping around in his room.
The one adult I could stand now, and he was busy being a Harry.
Lovely, no?
However, around July he began to open up again.
"So, Severus, what do you think of the house?" he asked kindly as he fried some eggs for the both of us. We were the only ones left in the house. Moody had gone to the Ministry with Aurthur Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt, while Molly Weasley took the childern shopping. It was obvious that if he weren't so alone, he would probably never talk to me.
" Do you really want to know, Lupin?" I asked snarkily.
"Well, yes! I mean, now that you're living here and all---"
"I'd much rather not say my supreme disgust for this house, Lupin. It'd break the lovely atmosphere of gloom in this...place," I muttered, drinking my coffee.
He raised his eyebrows and shoveled some eggs onto my plate. I muttered my gratitude and reached for the salt, but when I grasped it, he put his hand on mine and stared at me.
"Can't you just for once be optimistic? Here we are in the middle of a war, and everyone is trying to make the best of the situation, and all you can do is be cold and displeased with everything," he implored simply. I rolled my eyes at his little "don't worry, be happy" attitude that really wasn't fooling anyone, and took the salt. "...For my sanity's sake, please just try to pretend you can be happy."
He turned around to get the toast and I didn't watch him this time.
'Pretend I can be happy...' I muttered to myself. I could be happy. I had been happy for a while before I came to Grimmauld Place. I was always happy when Remus wasn't around.
Or perhaps it was the other way.
Either way, it seemed like his dark depression was over. He came back to the table and handed me my toast, placing the ketchup bottle near my plate for my eggs.
"I know how you like it," he grinned, as if he was the most knowledgable person on how I like my eggs, and desrved a pedestal.
"How do you know I like it like this?" I asked in a would-be cold sort of way, but couldn't bring myself around to being mean to him. I suppose it was that smile again.
" After hearing you mope around for the last week because there was no ketchup, I figured things out," Remus said cheerily, sitting down and beginning on his bacon.
"You were the one moping."
"But not over ketchup!" he replied in a sing-song voice, crunching on the bacon with a wolfish grin on his face. Stupid dogs, I hated them.
I guess a wolf was okay, though.
Author's note: There'll be a sudden change in character for both Remus and Severus. Remus will become cheery all of a sudden, and Severus will ACTUALLY be Severus! HUZZAH! Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I own neither Remus, nor Severus, nor any HP character. *sighs* Too bad, huh?
I wound up living in Gimmauld Place with the rest of the Order during Summer. It wasn't too shabby once they cleaned out most of the disgusting mold and hideous creatures, namely Sirius. My room was rather cramped and stuffy, but I hesitated to open the windows for god knows why reasons. Instead I recluded to the kitchen and living room, spending most of my time reading and/or waiting for news from Moody. It hardly ever came. Seemed Voldemort was busy with other things that terrorizing Britain, but we didn't know what. After a while, a very distinguished guest came to visit.
Harry Potter. What a joy.
As if it wasn't enough listening to his pathetic little complaints all damn year, he had to come and LIVE with us for the length of the holidays. Constantly we could hear his little banterings about how "Sirius should have lived this" and "Voldemort killed my parents that". Soon enough the whole Gryffindor gang showed up, breaking vases and untidying up the bathroom. And just to complete the best summer of my life, Remus had finally given in to moping around in his room.
The one adult I could stand now, and he was busy being a Harry.
Lovely, no?
However, around July he began to open up again.
"So, Severus, what do you think of the house?" he asked kindly as he fried some eggs for the both of us. We were the only ones left in the house. Moody had gone to the Ministry with Aurthur Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt, while Molly Weasley took the childern shopping. It was obvious that if he weren't so alone, he would probably never talk to me.
" Do you really want to know, Lupin?" I asked snarkily.
"Well, yes! I mean, now that you're living here and all---"
"I'd much rather not say my supreme disgust for this house, Lupin. It'd break the lovely atmosphere of gloom in this...place," I muttered, drinking my coffee.
He raised his eyebrows and shoveled some eggs onto my plate. I muttered my gratitude and reached for the salt, but when I grasped it, he put his hand on mine and stared at me.
"Can't you just for once be optimistic? Here we are in the middle of a war, and everyone is trying to make the best of the situation, and all you can do is be cold and displeased with everything," he implored simply. I rolled my eyes at his little "don't worry, be happy" attitude that really wasn't fooling anyone, and took the salt. "...For my sanity's sake, please just try to pretend you can be happy."
He turned around to get the toast and I didn't watch him this time.
'Pretend I can be happy...' I muttered to myself. I could be happy. I had been happy for a while before I came to Grimmauld Place. I was always happy when Remus wasn't around.
Or perhaps it was the other way.
Either way, it seemed like his dark depression was over. He came back to the table and handed me my toast, placing the ketchup bottle near my plate for my eggs.
"I know how you like it," he grinned, as if he was the most knowledgable person on how I like my eggs, and desrved a pedestal.
"How do you know I like it like this?" I asked in a would-be cold sort of way, but couldn't bring myself around to being mean to him. I suppose it was that smile again.
" After hearing you mope around for the last week because there was no ketchup, I figured things out," Remus said cheerily, sitting down and beginning on his bacon.
"You were the one moping."
"But not over ketchup!" he replied in a sing-song voice, crunching on the bacon with a wolfish grin on his face. Stupid dogs, I hated them.
I guess a wolf was okay, though.