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Tuesday, October 1983
From what it looked like, every weekday with the exception of Friday didn't matter at all. Monday, Thursday...it was all the same. Everyone still had to work. With the exception of a Mr. Lupin, who found himself yearning to escape from the confines of his small one-man sized place this morning, as he usually did nowadays. Slipping his worn coat on, he gave a lingering glance to his cane which leaned against a side of his small bed's post before deciding he wouldn't need it this day. Slipping his rough hands habitually into his pockets, he trudged out of his door before putting a little lock charm upon it with a flick of his wand. He often wondered why he even bothered to do this; who would want to break into his place?
Remus had started to make a habit of walking in the morning, deciding upon the conclusion that it made his feel a bit better the rest of the day. So he found himself in front of that small park once again, same as it was before. Cars buzzed by here and there, heading to workplaces and such as was any other weekday, nothing different. He passed through the archway of the grounds, recognizing some of the elder couples from his last visit but a day ago. Perhaps he would become a regular here much like them, though he hoped he didn't look as old and partially disappointed with life. Subconsciously, he knew he looked the part exactly. Combing a few fingers through his prematurely aging hair, he kicked about a few bits of gravel here and there as he strolled along the path. He made sure to move out of the way a few times when a child here or there scampered by giggling, trying to find an extra special hiding place where nobody would find them. The antics of the kids brought a light smile to his face as he walked on.
He came upon his serenely secluded area once again and edged around the comfortably growing trees in order to find "his" bench. The smell of cool morning moisture hung in the air, and the weather was a bit greyer than the previous day, the sun seemingly taking a break for the time being. Sighing comfortably as he seated himself, Remus stretched out his legs, which weren't as weak as they had been earlier. His brown shoes had small splotches of dew still clinging on from when he had stepped through the long green lawn grasses. Folding his pale hands to come to rest upon his stomach, he slouched down just enough so that he was able to rest his head on the back edge of the wooden weathered bench while being wooed by the sways of the wind.
Within a few moments of the peaceful quiet away from the rest of the park, a flutter of wings reached Remus's ears, coming from near him. Peeking open an eye briefly, he tilted his head to meet gaze with the same accompanying blackbird. He recognized her by the rarely brown colored watery eyes.
"Lo' again." He greeted, closing his eye once again. "I don't suppose you returned in the hopes that I food or something of the sort?" He could hear her hopping about the bench as if to find an ideally comfortable spot. "Never really had a pet before. Except for my owl back at school. And a big black dog I once knew.." He paused lightly to dwell on this musing before continuing for nobody in particular except this bird. "Though he wasn't really a dog per se. More like an overgrown child." Chuckling lightly, he was brought to realization that he hadn't really thought about Sirius at all in the past year or so. Not like it mattered; he was locked away now anyhow. And both James and Peter were gone. "I still don't know why..." He began again.
And again, he spent his morning talking to the attentive blackbird at his side; about the friends he once had while he reminisced about school days. He bid a sarcastic adieu in jest to his raven acquaintance, feeling relaxed again as he headed out of the park.
Author's Note: This was rather short, and my next one will be too. This wasn't deliberately done, but rather I'm just a bad writer.