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Chapter 2
Getting to know you.
"Come in, come in! Grab a seat" said the witch excitedly. She was almost skipping as she made her way behind the bar.
As Lupins eyes adjusted to the light in the inn he took a seat in front of the small bar.
"What will you have?" beamed the young witch.
"Oh, em fire whiskey please. It was awfully cold out there." he smiled back at her.
She was a very pretty witch. Long raven hair that fell to her waist. It was straight from the top but as it gradually got lower it became curls. It was very cute he thought to himself. Her eyes were like amber, bright and deep, intense was the colour. She was slightly smaller than him about 5,6 in height and was very slim. She wasn't a sticky figure. She had curves and her outfit didn't hide them. What surprised Remus the most was that her out fit consisted of Muggle Clothing. It was a pleated black, red and white tartan skirt that was three quarters down her thigh. Pretty dark brown knee high boots and a lovely black V neck top. The sleeves were very long he noticed as she reached for a bottle on a shelf.
"AH! Oh Bugger !" she cried out. She was trying hard to reach the bottle but it was just too high and she almost lost her footing and fell, well she would have if it hadn't been for Remus sharp eye sight. He was on his feet in no time and had caught her just as she was about to fall. He couldn't help but chuckle at her efforts.
"Here I'll
get it for you."
With one stretch he took the bottle down
and handed it to her. The bottle didn't have any label on it though
he assumed it was the fire whiskey which he had asked for.
Behind the bar was very small and Remus had become suddenly aware that he was extremely close to the young witch. His left arm was still around her and her scent was slowly filling his senses. It was roses and thyme. He took a sharp intake of breath along with her smell unaware that his eyes were shutting as he unknowingly examined her scent. It was Intoxicating.
The witch couldn't help but notice the sharp intake of breath from behind her. He was smelling her? 'Oh' she thought and blushed slightly before turning to face him, just then she realised he still had a hold of her waist.
He was handsome and extremely cute even through his tired and weary appearance. Strands of light brown hair were covering part of his face. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to sweep them behind his ear and have a better look at his face. His eyes were partially closed from examining her scent but she could see his Golden eyes staring at her through thick lashes. His robes looked quite shabby. He was also only slightly taller than her. His pale complexion and slim build only added to his weary appearance, She didn't care, not when she could see his good looks. His grip on her waist didn't falter. It was warm and comforting.
After long and
awkward silence she decided to speak up,
"So how about that
drink then?" she said after clearing her throat. Some how a lump
managed to work its way up there whilst in the silence of each others
gazes ()
"Ah... yes." He seemed to be in a dreamy daze as he let go of her and went back to his seat. She poured both of them a glass and left the bottle out.
"It's very nice." He said indicating the inn.
"Hm?...Oh right, sorry. Yeah it's ok. Brings in the money." she looked saddened at these words.
"So you run this place by yourself?" he didn't want to be caught in the awkward silence again.
"Yes" it was a straight forward answer
Remus seemed to be growing concerned. She was a young female witch running an inn by herself. What if something were to happen? It must be extremely hard, especially with all these drunks. Ok the man out side unconscious wasn't an exception; she had proven she could take care of him but what would happen if it was more than one man? He couldn't hide the expression of shock and anger on his face fast enough before she looked at him.
"What? Is it so hard to believe that I can run this Inn by myself?" She looked annoyed at his reaction.
"No. I'm sorry I didn't mean to seem...Well isn't it difficult? You must get an awful lot of drunken men in here -"
"I told you we don't get that many customers in here"
His look of confusion only added to her annoyance.
"I make drinks" she sighed in frustration. "And sell them off to other pubs."
"Oh, well that seems profitable" A wave of relief came over him and drove away the anger and most of the concern.
"I guess so." The saddened expression was back in place of the look of frustration.
He downed the whiskey in his glass and refilled both glasses. He was about to gulp down another glass when all of a sudden, "What's it like?"
He nearly spat out his drink.
"Oh sorry..."
"No its quiet alright." he said reassuringly before wiping his mouth dry with the ends of his worn sleeve.
"What's what like?" He was curious as to what she meant exactly, though he suspected it was about being a werewolf? What would he say if it was? 'Oh its lovely, you get to go through a horrid and painful transformation once a month and you're hated by all witch and wizard kind not to mention being feared by the muggles in ridiculous story's. Cant get a job because of my condition, people don't even want to have anything to do with me except for the exceptional few but apart from that and my great sense of smell , just peachy'
His mind was put to rest when she replied. "You know, out there, in Hogwarts?"
"Oh" he could help smiling with relief at the question. 'Thank Merlin it wasn't werewolf based question'
"Well it's
hard to explain really. I feel like Hogwarts is my home though
obviously it's not." She was looking at him through wide deep
Amber eyes; she was obviously interested in what he had to say.
"Well I guess it's rather fun. With the students there
anything can happen. Anything from the roof caving in, to the potions
class exploding…" he chuckled at the thought of Snape going down
to the dungeons to find his class blown up. "I guess he
wouldn't care as long as griffindor students were inside when it
happened - poor Neville"
She was leaning in more closely now over the bar. Her rear had left the stool she was sitting on enabling her to move closer as the talked.
"Really? Wow I wish I could have went. Are all the Professors at Hogwarts as nice as you?" the corners of her mouth curved up to form a sly smile, it almost reminded him of Severus "Oh god no! Don't you dare compare him to her" as he mentally scolded himself. He pretended not to notice to complement and continued.
"Oh yes, their all really great." A small grin spread over his face, "Well I guess all except Professor Snape."
Even though he had mentioned Snape in the conversation she still seemed interested and gave him a pleading look as though to elaborate.
"As I hear it from the pupils perspective he's ... well ' a greasy, old, hooked noised git' I think is how they put it. None of the pupils like him you see, well as far as I know. I can't blame them either. He's an extremely mean man. He's exceptionally mean to the Griffindor Students and favours his Slytherin's. (His voice turned sarcastic when he talked about the Slytherin's) He's the head of the House you see so he likes to pick on the Griffindor pupils because of this long school rivalry between Slytherin and Griffindor. Well so it seems."
"He sounds awful." she said scrunching up her nose.
"Yes I guess he is" he said laughing.
He took another drink of his fire whiskey. "So where did you go to school?" putting down his empty glass.
She looked startled and slightly embarrassed." I didn't go any were. I was home taught." she gave a sigh "My parents were extremely paranoid" she said wearily waving her hand absently.
"Oh sorry." He felts embarrassed for asking her the question.
"No its fine, it's not your fault. Wel-" she stopped and downed her glass. He looked upset. "I... So its getting less cold at nights now isn't it ... well bar tonight obviously" She didn't take her eyes off her glass as she spoke.
"Yes I
guess it is." The change in subject was uncomfortable.
"Another
drink?" He said holding up a nearly empty bottle of Whiskey. She
smiled at him and he helped her get three more bottles off of the
shelf. They could feel the whiskey taking effect as they walked over
to their seats again. Once they had sat down and poured another glass
of Whiskey each. She started bombarding him with questions of what
life was like in Hogwarts and what things he got up to during his
Stays there. Thankfully she never asked about him being a werewolf.
She was treating him like a normal person. He was enjoying her
company and he hoped she was enjoying his as well.
He had gotten her name out of her eventually. How had he not gotten it before hand? 'Idiot' he thought to himself.
'Raven Nyx' he thought 'lovely'
It wasn't until hours later of talking and whiskey that they had noticed sunlight coming in through the window near the door. "Merlin is it that late?" she said whilst giggling randomly.
"I think you mean early" Remus said with a satisfied drunken smirk. "Oh Good God!" he looked at the empty Whiskey bottles on the counter beside them. "Did we really drink all that?" he was gaping openly at the Bottles.
"Well obviously we did" her voice was becoming sluggish. The whiskey was having its full effects now.
"OK Mr Remus I'll just show you to your rooms now hiccup!… and we'll be off shall we?" She tried to look serious and responsible but it all came down when she fell off the stool she was sitting on with a loud THUD!and burst into a fit of laughter.
Remus wobbled over to her and dropped on his rear next to her. Trying not to laugh to hard" Are you snigger ... alright?" he said checking to see she hadn't hurt herself too much.
"Oh yes definitely, I haven't had this much fun... well never from what I can recall. Thou..." she paused and rubbed her bum.
"What's wrong?" Genuine concern was showing on his face as he came closer to her to make sure it wasn't anything serious.
"Uh? Oh no its fine ha though I guess my ass has seen better days "she winced as she touched a tender spot just above her spine.
Remus couldn't help it the sight of Raven on the floor rubbing her arse was too much for him to handle. He fell backwards crying out with laughter. How much had he had to drink?
"What are you laughing at?" she looked at him as though trying to be serious but when she looked at his face she couldn't keep it. He looked genuinely happy. She didn't want to ruin it. He looked so handsome when he smiled.
She couldn't hold her tongue." You know you should smile more often." She said beaming at the grown man lying on the floor in stitches. He stopped laughing after a while and still smiling broadly asked "So why is that then?"
She moved more
closely to him so they were only inches apart. She looked into his
eyes. They were filled with tears of laughter. His face was slightly
flushed from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He smelt of
Whiskey but his sent was warm and inviting. He smelled sweet, like
cinnamon she noted. 'He's so handsome'
He had calmed
down more slightly now. She was so close to him. Roses, thyme and
whiskey were overwhelming his senses, "mmm... she's so
beautiful"
Now they were only centimetres away from one another when...
soz ppl your just going to have to wait till my next chapter
