The Day Everyone Began To Think Differently About Lupin, But All With
Different Purposes
It was an early summer morning in 12, Grimmauld Place, and Remus Lupin was enjoying the fresh morning air and the particular quiet. He was alone, for now, and standing in front of his bedroom window. The window was open wide, and the soft breeze that came in through it played around with the curtains and kindled Lupin's bare chest. His eyes closed, he took in every ray of the early sunshine.
As he heard the people in the rooms around him wake up and bustle around, he decided it would be time for him to start to play some music. He picked a CD Sirius had given him for his last birthday, and put it in the CD- player. He smiled pleasantly as his ears were touched with the sounds of The Smiths. Humming softly, he picked up a book and sat down on the window- sill.
There was a soft knock on his door, and he looked up. "Come in," he called.
Tonks stepped into his room, a curious expression on her face. Her spiky, pink hair was still unkempt and she wasn't dressed yet. She shuffled further into the room and closed the door.
"Wotcher, Remus," she said, still a bit sleepily, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her over-sized shirt. "What are you doing?"
"I was reading some poetry," answered Lupin, holding up his book. "Why?"
"Just wondering," shrugged Tonks. "What kind of poetry?"
"Donne's songs and sonnets," said Lupin. "Do you know them?"
"Nah, I'm not too deep into that sort of thing," said Tonks.
"You can borrow them, if you like," smiled Lupin. "I've already read them a couple of times!"
Tonks took the book he held out for her. "Thanks," she said. "I was pretty bored, I had nothing to do."
"These will give you something to do," winked Lupin. "They're clever buggers, don't let yourself be fooled!"
"Okay," said Tonks, only a little uncertain about the wink. She shuffled back out of the room.
Only ten minutes later, when Lupin had just finished shaving himself, there was another knock on the door. "Come in," Lupin called again.
Sirius entered, just as Lupin started to sing along loudly to Pretty Girls Make Graves. Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise, as Lupin proclaimed, "Oh, I'm not the man you think I am/
I'm not the man you think I am!" Sirius coughed softly to attract Lupin's attention again.
"Oh, good morning, Sirius," said Lupin, wheeling around, trying to button up his shirt but failing.
"Good morning, Remus," purred Sirius, smiling attractively. "Will I help you with that?" he added, pointing at Lupin's shirt.
"Eh," was all Lupin could say before Sirius started buttoning the shirt up, anyway. Lupin didn't mind much, though; it had happened in the past. Carelessly, he began to sing along again, not paying attention to WHAT he was actually singing.
"I lost my faith in Womanhood/
I lost my faith in Womanhood/
I lost my faith .../
Oh .../"
Sirius's hands had grown clammy, and he noticed they were trembling as he tried to put another button through its righteous hole.
"There," he said, finally managing a third button, the shirt now extremely wrinkled up. "That's it."
" 's That all?" Lupin asked, looking down at his shirt in surprise and disappointment. Sirius had surely done better!
"Yes, that's it for now," answered Sirius, fondly patting the three last buttons on Lupin's shirt that kept his collar generously open. "You might like a bit of fresh air on your - er - neck."
Lupin blinked, but said, "Okay." He was slightly disturbed by the way Sirius kept stealing suspicious glances over his shoulder as he left.
Downstairs, in the kitchen, Molly Weasley had noticed the book Tonks was reading as she absent-mindedly poked her bacon with her fork. She had to look twice before she realised the girl was reading Donne.
"Where did you get that book?" Mrs Weasley demanded slightly alarmed.
Tonks looked up in surprise. "Remus gave it to me, he liked them, said I should read them. I didn't have anything to do anyway," she said, curious to know why Mrs Weasley behaved so oddly.
"Did he now?" Mrs Weasley said. "And did he also tell you what his favourites were?"
"Oh, no," said Tonks. "But he's marked them with pencil."
"Could I have a look?" asked Mrs Weasley unnaturally kind.
"Sure," Tonks said, handing her the book, slightly scared.
Mrs Weasley flipped through the pages and found what she had been looking for; underlined was 'Elegy 19', and in particular two lines halfway through the poem: 'Licence my roving hands, and let them go/ Before, behind, between, above, below.' Mrs Weasley flushed crimson.
"What's up?" Tonks asked worriedly.
"Nothing," muttered Mrs Weasley, still blushing fiercely, handing Tonks her book back.
Tonks wasn't at ease, fluttered through the pages herself and found the lines that had made Mrs Weasley blush. She read them over a few times, and when she realised what they meant, she got a colour to compete with Mrs Weasley's.
Sirius entered the kitchen, a large grin platered across his face. Mrs Weasley looked him up and down and asked suspiciously, "Why are you so happy?"
Pulling his face straight, Sirius formulated an answer. "I have good reason to believe Remus J. Lupin, the werewolf we are all so fond of, is, in fact, gay, or in other words, homosexual," he said solemnly after some time.
"He isn't," Tonks said sharply. Mrs Weasley looked from her to Sirius, and nodded.
"WE, in fact, have enough reason to believe he's a pervert," she said.
"No, we don't," Tonks said indignantly. "Here, read these lines," she told Sirius, handing him the poem. "They at least would state he's NOT gay. Personally, I didn't think them perverted, but SENSUAL," she added, shooting daggers at Mrs Weasley.
"Suit yourself," Mrs Weasley muttered, going back to baking more eggs.
Sirius and Tonks were still involved in a heated discussion on Lupin's sexuality, when the former entered the kitchen, melancholically whistling There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.
"Hello everyone," he said, waving at Sirius, Tonks and Mrs Weasley. Tonks asd Sirius had fallen very quiet as soon as Lupin had entered and looked at him apprehensively.
Lupin sensed something was wrong, and frowned, looking at the two of them, sitting at the large oak table. "What is it?" he asked.
"Long story," answered Sirius, waving a hand. "We actually wanted to ask you something rather personal."
"Oh," said Lupin, mildly surprised. "Like what?"
"Are - are you - well, er - are you gay?" Sirius stuttered.
Lupin raised his eyebrows, then said, "No."
Tonks cheered and Sirius fumed.
"But are you straight?" asked Mrs Weasley with a strange note in her voice.
Lupin grinned cheekily. "What do YOU think?"
It was an early summer morning in 12, Grimmauld Place, and Remus Lupin was enjoying the fresh morning air and the particular quiet. He was alone, for now, and standing in front of his bedroom window. The window was open wide, and the soft breeze that came in through it played around with the curtains and kindled Lupin's bare chest. His eyes closed, he took in every ray of the early sunshine.
As he heard the people in the rooms around him wake up and bustle around, he decided it would be time for him to start to play some music. He picked a CD Sirius had given him for his last birthday, and put it in the CD- player. He smiled pleasantly as his ears were touched with the sounds of The Smiths. Humming softly, he picked up a book and sat down on the window- sill.
There was a soft knock on his door, and he looked up. "Come in," he called.
Tonks stepped into his room, a curious expression on her face. Her spiky, pink hair was still unkempt and she wasn't dressed yet. She shuffled further into the room and closed the door.
"Wotcher, Remus," she said, still a bit sleepily, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her over-sized shirt. "What are you doing?"
"I was reading some poetry," answered Lupin, holding up his book. "Why?"
"Just wondering," shrugged Tonks. "What kind of poetry?"
"Donne's songs and sonnets," said Lupin. "Do you know them?"
"Nah, I'm not too deep into that sort of thing," said Tonks.
"You can borrow them, if you like," smiled Lupin. "I've already read them a couple of times!"
Tonks took the book he held out for her. "Thanks," she said. "I was pretty bored, I had nothing to do."
"These will give you something to do," winked Lupin. "They're clever buggers, don't let yourself be fooled!"
"Okay," said Tonks, only a little uncertain about the wink. She shuffled back out of the room.
Only ten minutes later, when Lupin had just finished shaving himself, there was another knock on the door. "Come in," Lupin called again.
Sirius entered, just as Lupin started to sing along loudly to Pretty Girls Make Graves. Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise, as Lupin proclaimed, "Oh, I'm not the man you think I am/
I'm not the man you think I am!" Sirius coughed softly to attract Lupin's attention again.
"Oh, good morning, Sirius," said Lupin, wheeling around, trying to button up his shirt but failing.
"Good morning, Remus," purred Sirius, smiling attractively. "Will I help you with that?" he added, pointing at Lupin's shirt.
"Eh," was all Lupin could say before Sirius started buttoning the shirt up, anyway. Lupin didn't mind much, though; it had happened in the past. Carelessly, he began to sing along again, not paying attention to WHAT he was actually singing.
"I lost my faith in Womanhood/
I lost my faith in Womanhood/
I lost my faith .../
Oh .../"
Sirius's hands had grown clammy, and he noticed they were trembling as he tried to put another button through its righteous hole.
"There," he said, finally managing a third button, the shirt now extremely wrinkled up. "That's it."
" 's That all?" Lupin asked, looking down at his shirt in surprise and disappointment. Sirius had surely done better!
"Yes, that's it for now," answered Sirius, fondly patting the three last buttons on Lupin's shirt that kept his collar generously open. "You might like a bit of fresh air on your - er - neck."
Lupin blinked, but said, "Okay." He was slightly disturbed by the way Sirius kept stealing suspicious glances over his shoulder as he left.
Downstairs, in the kitchen, Molly Weasley had noticed the book Tonks was reading as she absent-mindedly poked her bacon with her fork. She had to look twice before she realised the girl was reading Donne.
"Where did you get that book?" Mrs Weasley demanded slightly alarmed.
Tonks looked up in surprise. "Remus gave it to me, he liked them, said I should read them. I didn't have anything to do anyway," she said, curious to know why Mrs Weasley behaved so oddly.
"Did he now?" Mrs Weasley said. "And did he also tell you what his favourites were?"
"Oh, no," said Tonks. "But he's marked them with pencil."
"Could I have a look?" asked Mrs Weasley unnaturally kind.
"Sure," Tonks said, handing her the book, slightly scared.
Mrs Weasley flipped through the pages and found what she had been looking for; underlined was 'Elegy 19', and in particular two lines halfway through the poem: 'Licence my roving hands, and let them go/ Before, behind, between, above, below.' Mrs Weasley flushed crimson.
"What's up?" Tonks asked worriedly.
"Nothing," muttered Mrs Weasley, still blushing fiercely, handing Tonks her book back.
Tonks wasn't at ease, fluttered through the pages herself and found the lines that had made Mrs Weasley blush. She read them over a few times, and when she realised what they meant, she got a colour to compete with Mrs Weasley's.
Sirius entered the kitchen, a large grin platered across his face. Mrs Weasley looked him up and down and asked suspiciously, "Why are you so happy?"
Pulling his face straight, Sirius formulated an answer. "I have good reason to believe Remus J. Lupin, the werewolf we are all so fond of, is, in fact, gay, or in other words, homosexual," he said solemnly after some time.
"He isn't," Tonks said sharply. Mrs Weasley looked from her to Sirius, and nodded.
"WE, in fact, have enough reason to believe he's a pervert," she said.
"No, we don't," Tonks said indignantly. "Here, read these lines," she told Sirius, handing him the poem. "They at least would state he's NOT gay. Personally, I didn't think them perverted, but SENSUAL," she added, shooting daggers at Mrs Weasley.
"Suit yourself," Mrs Weasley muttered, going back to baking more eggs.
Sirius and Tonks were still involved in a heated discussion on Lupin's sexuality, when the former entered the kitchen, melancholically whistling There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.
"Hello everyone," he said, waving at Sirius, Tonks and Mrs Weasley. Tonks asd Sirius had fallen very quiet as soon as Lupin had entered and looked at him apprehensively.
Lupin sensed something was wrong, and frowned, looking at the two of them, sitting at the large oak table. "What is it?" he asked.
"Long story," answered Sirius, waving a hand. "We actually wanted to ask you something rather personal."
"Oh," said Lupin, mildly surprised. "Like what?"
"Are - are you - well, er - are you gay?" Sirius stuttered.
Lupin raised his eyebrows, then said, "No."
Tonks cheered and Sirius fumed.
"But are you straight?" asked Mrs Weasley with a strange note in her voice.
Lupin grinned cheekily. "What do YOU think?"