Summary: Ally Summers is a translator in the French Ministry Of Magic and she goes on holiday to London, because she speaks English (so in this fic she will speak a mixture of English and French) and she meet Remus Lupin. She eventually forges a friendship with him... and maybe something more???

Rating: pg-13

Chapter Two – Remus Lupin

The Ministry of Magic, Summer 1991

Ally knew that staring at people was wrong and rude, but she couldn't help it, she had never seen or met a werewolf before and she couldn't help staring, it was like a morbid fascination. The werewolf, the man, had a closed, almost frightened expression on his face as they stepped into the elevator.

It's almost as if he expects me yell out what he is to all the people in the elevator, thought Ally. She hadn't stopped staring at him and he hadn't stopped staring at her, and the other people in the elevator (a woman wearing a green robe and a man with red hair) were giving them odd looks.

"I'm sorry," apologized Ally, after a while, turning away, blushing. The man went slightly pink, but continued to stare at her.

"It's ok," he said, softly. Ally immediately felt guilty, he seemed so...accepting. Ally wasn't sure if she feared or accepted or tolerated werewolves yet, she hadn't formed any sort of opinion on them. But, even though she didn't know this person, she felt that he seemed alright. After all, he had saved her from the evil clutches of Janie, hadn't he?

"Um..." she said eloquently. "I'm Ally Summers, it's nice to meet you," she continued politely, holding out her hand. He reached over and shook hers, hesitantly.

"Remus Lupin," he introduced himself. The elevator doors pinged open and the two other people inside left along with several paper aeroplanes, and some planes came inside the elevator and hovered above Ally and Remus.

Silence, thought Ally, I hate silence.

"I hate silence," said Ally, after ten seconds. I feel so clever, she berated herself sarcastically. Remus laughed, and smiled.

"Me too," he agreed. "So what brings you to London?" he asked. Ally was glad that Remus was better than her at keeping up a conversation.

"I'm on holiday, but uh...I was hoping to get a job," she replied. Remus nodded, a dark look flashing over his face so quickly Ally wasn't sure she saw it at all. Merde! He's a werewolf; it's really hard to get a job if you're a werewolf! Put your foot in it why don't you Summers? "Um...I've only been here a day though, I haven't even seen Diagon Alley!" she continued, hoping this would be an easier topic of conversation.

"You'll love Diagon Alley," said Remus, "It's got something for everyone. But stay clear of Knockaturn Alley," he warned. The elevator door pinged open again, and Remus lead Ally down a busy corridor, interesting/strange looking people jostling Ally as she struggled to make her way down.

"Why?" asked Ally, feeling curious. Remus shot her a look.

"It's dangerous. Full of Dark wizards," he explained, he clearly thought that she should already know this.

"Oh," was all she said.

They came to a stop when they reached a big luminous sign that proclaimed in big letters, "Employment Bureau" and there was a red post box. Ally reached into her bag and drew out her CV and her filled in questionnaire and posted it through the letterbox.

"Remus?" she asked, as they walked back to the elevator. He turned and looked at her surprised.

"Yes?"

"Um...thanks," she said. He smiled. She blushed, again. "Um...after your Counseling thing...would you like...um," Mon Dieu, she thought, I sound so stupid, "To um, meet for a drink?" she asked. Remus looked very surprised and unsure of himself, as he frowned slightly. "You don't have to," she continued quickly, feeling more and more embarrassed, more so when she realized that the people in the elevator next to them where listening to her make a fool of herself.

"Go on, lad," encouraged a grandmother type woman with a large handbag and a hat with a vulture on top. People here are strange, Ally decided, and embarrassing. "It's not every day a young and pretty girl asks you out," the old woman continued. Ally didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and compromised by smiling and pretending to take it all in her stride.

Remus looked embarrassed too, but mildly amused, as he was smirking. "I'd love to. Are you staying at the Leaky Cauldron?" he asked, Ally nodded, not trusting herself to talk, "I'll meet you there in an hour? Is that ok?" he asked.

"It's perfect," said Ally.

One hour later

Why did I ask him, she wondered. It had been a spur of the moment thing, a spontaneous lapse in judgment...or was it? He seemed like a nice guy, there was no harm getting to know him. She was sitting at the Leaky Cauldron's bar, and had been chatting to Tom, the barkeeper, about the differences between French and English beverages until another customer had arrived. Ally suspected it was a hag, but as she was meeting a werewolf she tried not to be too judgmental.

She took a last gulp of butterbeer, wondering what they talked about at the Werewolf Counseling. It seemed a tad depressing, why would anyone want to go and hear about other people's miseries when you were suffering your own? Then Ally realized that they probably had no choice, the Ministry probably made them. Ally didn't want to think about it.

She thought about Remus, and smiled. Then she shook herself for behaving like some live struck hormonally driven bimbo. What was it about him that made her slip over her words and blush? He wasn't notably attractive, alright he had really nice hazel eyes and his hair flopped over his face in just the right way, but his face was prematurely lined and his nose was too long.

His nose was too long? Honestly, since when did I care about such stupid things, she asked herself. And so what if his robes are a bit frayed, like I keep myself in great condition. Her black jeans had a hole in them on the left knee, and she was wearing a t-shirt that she had stolen from her older brother Rick, because it had her favorite Muggle band name on it, and shrunk it. Her black converses were old and dirty and her white blonde hair was tied back, although several strands were hanging out. She looked in the mirror behind the bar and sighed.

Someone coughed behind her and she swiveled round on her bar stool, it was Remus Lupin, smiling at her shyly.

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