Hiya to you all out there! Hope your all okay! Thanks to you all, but I'd
like to especially like to thank Ruth, as well as "Lily and James Potter",
who this chapter is inspired by. Hee hee! I've got some evil plot ideas
thanks to the latter! Bwahahaha!
POV – Remus.
Remus studied the selection of drink carefully. He chose, eventually, to settle with Bodkin and Basel's Blazing Barley Brew. Drinking was a fine art, and, if it was going to drown his sorrows, he might as well do it with dignity and taste. He'd rather not be pissed on something disgustingly vile, which tasted like, and with all likelihood contained, piss water. Over the rim of his glass, he acknowledged Severus Snape's presence at the table. Nodding in his direction, he enquired how he was.
"I am tolerable. And yourself?"
Remus couldn't tell whether he was being sincere or not, but decided to reply mildly,
"Oh, I'm alright I suppose. No epitomes of feeling for me."
Snape smirked at him and remarked,
"Judging by the fact that you've picked one of the stronger drinks at this table, I daresay that you are indeed suffering from the personification of all things bright and crappy. Personally, I don't blame you. There hardly seems to be anything left bothering for, these days."
"Such a cynic approach to life. Tell me, Severus, when was exactly, that life turned round and bit you in the arse? I don't think I've ever met someone quite as despairingly contemptuous as yourself."
Once again, Remus received a smirk. Snape turned away, and retreated into a far dark corner to brood. However, Remus was not here to mope around on his troubles. He was here to flood them. Speaking of which...
Remus gulped down the entire bottle of Bodkin and Basel's Blazing Barley Brew, and, swaying slightly, got himself another. Cracking the top off the bottle with a quick little gesture he'd learnt off of the resident Hogwarts Charms teacher, he lent against the table and began observing the room. His eyes swept over Albus, and a group of the Order, a gaggle of Weasleys, a solitary Hermione, and his gaze came to rest on a certain black haired boy.
Can't really call him that now. God, he's grown in so many ways. He looks just like James, but he's got a little bit of Sirius in him too. Tears began to blur his vision. Taking a swig of his drink, he thought to himself, cut that out. There is NOTHING you can do. Strangely enough, Remus had not felt a single moment of bitterness toward Harry. He'd half expected himself to lunge at Harry's throat. But he didn't. Couldn't. He missed Sirius. He always would. But there was something about Harry, which wiped all thoughts of his late friend out of his head. Studying Harry's features carefully, he mentally listed everything he liked. The list was quite long. (Should I be evil and leave it there? Maybe a couple more paragraphs...Maybe.) He'd faced up to it a long time ago, that he was downright attracted to Harry. Of course, he hadn't said anything, or done anything. There was no chance of it happening.
POV change – Author.
Or was there? The fates, it seems, work in mysterious, slightly manic ways. Harry, having finishing his fourth glass of Firewhisky, needed a refill. Remus, having just finished his second bottle of BBBBB (lol, takes too long!), was getting another. Both parties slightly tipsy, met at the table. With a bleary smile and an unsteady nod, both individuals moved off towards an empty part of the room. The fates, it seems, do work in VERY manic ways. BWAHAHAHA!!!!
C'est finis! That's all for now folks, tune in next time to see a very weird plot continuation, all thanks to "Lily and James Potter". Hah! Remember, little purple button! GIVE ME AN R! GIVE ME A... E? Eh, whatever. Just do it!
POV – Remus.
Remus studied the selection of drink carefully. He chose, eventually, to settle with Bodkin and Basel's Blazing Barley Brew. Drinking was a fine art, and, if it was going to drown his sorrows, he might as well do it with dignity and taste. He'd rather not be pissed on something disgustingly vile, which tasted like, and with all likelihood contained, piss water. Over the rim of his glass, he acknowledged Severus Snape's presence at the table. Nodding in his direction, he enquired how he was.
"I am tolerable. And yourself?"
Remus couldn't tell whether he was being sincere or not, but decided to reply mildly,
"Oh, I'm alright I suppose. No epitomes of feeling for me."
Snape smirked at him and remarked,
"Judging by the fact that you've picked one of the stronger drinks at this table, I daresay that you are indeed suffering from the personification of all things bright and crappy. Personally, I don't blame you. There hardly seems to be anything left bothering for, these days."
"Such a cynic approach to life. Tell me, Severus, when was exactly, that life turned round and bit you in the arse? I don't think I've ever met someone quite as despairingly contemptuous as yourself."
Once again, Remus received a smirk. Snape turned away, and retreated into a far dark corner to brood. However, Remus was not here to mope around on his troubles. He was here to flood them. Speaking of which...
Remus gulped down the entire bottle of Bodkin and Basel's Blazing Barley Brew, and, swaying slightly, got himself another. Cracking the top off the bottle with a quick little gesture he'd learnt off of the resident Hogwarts Charms teacher, he lent against the table and began observing the room. His eyes swept over Albus, and a group of the Order, a gaggle of Weasleys, a solitary Hermione, and his gaze came to rest on a certain black haired boy.
Can't really call him that now. God, he's grown in so many ways. He looks just like James, but he's got a little bit of Sirius in him too. Tears began to blur his vision. Taking a swig of his drink, he thought to himself, cut that out. There is NOTHING you can do. Strangely enough, Remus had not felt a single moment of bitterness toward Harry. He'd half expected himself to lunge at Harry's throat. But he didn't. Couldn't. He missed Sirius. He always would. But there was something about Harry, which wiped all thoughts of his late friend out of his head. Studying Harry's features carefully, he mentally listed everything he liked. The list was quite long. (Should I be evil and leave it there? Maybe a couple more paragraphs...Maybe.) He'd faced up to it a long time ago, that he was downright attracted to Harry. Of course, he hadn't said anything, or done anything. There was no chance of it happening.
POV change – Author.
Or was there? The fates, it seems, work in mysterious, slightly manic ways. Harry, having finishing his fourth glass of Firewhisky, needed a refill. Remus, having just finished his second bottle of BBBBB (lol, takes too long!), was getting another. Both parties slightly tipsy, met at the table. With a bleary smile and an unsteady nod, both individuals moved off towards an empty part of the room. The fates, it seems, do work in VERY manic ways. BWAHAHAHA!!!!
C'est finis! That's all for now folks, tune in next time to see a very weird plot continuation, all thanks to "Lily and James Potter". Hah! Remember, little purple button! GIVE ME AN R! GIVE ME A... E? Eh, whatever. Just do it!