Disclaimer: I don't own anyone 'cept for the random old dude. Doo doo doo de dum...yeeeaaah.
A/n: This is the REAL kickoff. Kinda. I'm gonna go into a lot of sturff, then I might do a story to continue this or something...first I have to finish this one.
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Snow now covered the ground like a coating of powered sugar. Remus kicked at it as he ambled along. He wound a scarf that was in his pocket around his neck, and wiped his runny nose. He had ditched James and Peter, just 'cause he needed to think a bit. He almost felt, a bit...jealous of Sirius. He was so used to rambling about on days like these, causing vandalism and variations of such. Even if he was werewolf, he wouldn't mind a girlfriend to hang out with, especially if his best mate had one too.
He came through some trees, and stopped, looking out into the vague distance. The Shrieking Shack stood, a shadowy fog circling around it. It seemed so old, yet had only been built when he arrived. Remus knew too well.
He walked up, gazing at the building. It intimidated him, looming over his head like a treacherous nightmare, that continued forever, and would never stop until he himself ceased.
Remus set his hand on the barbed wire tenderly, making sure not to give himself tetanus. He was soon startled, noticing an extremely old man hunched beside him, also staring at the shack. He had a prickly gray beard, and his hair was tied into a ratty ponytail. Remus could smell smoke and whiskey on him.
The man eyed Remus, and kept his gaze set there, then suddenly turned, and spit a was of tobacco onto the snow-glazed earth.
Remus let out a loud exhale, and looked down at the ground, his ears warming. He felt the man's eyes still on him.
"Humph."
Remus returned his eyes to the man, whom was chewing greedily on some more tobacco.
"Excuse me?"
"Odd place, that is."
The man chomped furiously on the wad of gunk, showing some distorted, yellow teeth. Remus shivered a bit, and recoiled, away from the man.
"Yeah, but it's pretty new."
"Doesn't seem like it."
"Tell me about it."
"Shrieking Shack, isn't it called, huh?"
"That's what everyone seems to call it now, I guess."
"They say you can always hear the screams and howls of the disturbed ghosts that lived on the barren land it was built on every night."
"Really now."
"But I haven't."
"Well, it might be a rare thing."
"I never said I ain't never heard it."
"What?"
"Only when that moon 'ere is full, I tell yah. That's when things start to act up."
"You would think."
"Come out here every full moon and listen to the commotion."
"Entertaining, I bet."
"Feel meloncholy whenever I do."
"Uh-huh."
"I do feel sorry for whatever's in there, though. I can tell, it needs it."
Remus stared at the man, in the midst of silence.
"I bet they appreciate it."
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