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Chapter 2:
Remus went straight to the flat he shared with James and Sirius to tell them the good news. He put his key in the slot, turned the handle and opened the door. And there was a dog, sitting on the doormat, ready to pounce. Remus moved aside and the dog flew into the air, and hit the wall beyond. It yelped.
"I've told you time and time again Sirius, I am always ready for you."
The black dog morphed into Remus' best friend, Sirius, rubbing his nose. "I'll get you someday."
"Don't be ridiculous." Remus walked into the apartment, placed his keys on a shelf near the door and shrugged off his cloak. "If you sit at the exact same place everyday, how do you plan to surprise me?"
"Shut up."
Remus smirked as he placed his cloak on a hook under the shelf that now held his keys. "Yes, and that's what you always say when I am right."
"Shut up again." Sirius walked over to the small kitchen in their flat and picked up an apple. "Where were ya this afternoon?" he asks, taking a huge chunk out of the fruit.
"The library." Remus replies distractedly as he roots through the refrigerator.
"Again? Come on Moony, get a life!"
"Well, is this enough of a life for you?" Remus asks, picking out a bar of chocolate. "I have a date tonight with the cute librarian."
"Tonight?" Sirius asks, sitting up.
Remus takes a bite of the chocolate. "Um, yeah? So what?"
"So…you have a mission tonight with us."
"You have got to be kidding me!" Remus slams the chocolate on the counter. "What is it?"
"Well, I'm not entirely sure, only James knows for certain but it's something to do with retrieving secret documents. Someone gave Dumbles a tip-off that they would be unguarded, only tonight."
"Oh, Merlin, where is my head?"
"Popping into library aisles and picking up librarian chicks, that's where."
"Oh shut up."
"That's what you say when I'm right."
"Ha ha ha."
"Hee hee," Sirius takes another large bite of his fruit and leans back casually.
Remus goes to call the library.
Charlotte Watson was in a very good mood. The mysterious man who sat in the back table had asked her out. She fantasized about what their date would be like. He would pull open doors and chairs just for her. At least, he looked like a gentleman. She was so dreamy that she botched up two customer's orders on the computer and had to answer to Gertrude, who just rolled her eyes.
But later that afternoon she received a call that changed her mood entirely. It rang and she picked it up.
"Liverpool Library, Charlotte speaking."
"Hello Charlotte, this is Remus Lupin."
"Hello Remus," she said dreamily and then caught herself. "May I call you Remus?"
"Certainly. But I, um…I have some bad news."
The dreamy smile slid off of Charlotte's face. "What?"
"Well, I really am sorry Charlotte but I can't make it tonight. I have work."
"Oh, well, it's all right."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course, I… I have other things I can do…" Charlotte began to think she should not have trusted Mr. Lupin.
"I really truly am sorry Charlotte." He sounded genuine. "How about some other time?" But Charlotte was hurt.
"We'll see, Mr. Lupin, we'll see. I'll see you around the shelves." She hung up and walked to the back room where the girls were eating lunch.
"Mr. Lupin broke our date."
"Oh, honey." Ethel said, soothingly. "It's not your fault. Those mysterious men never stay around long. He's probably hopping a plane to Italy tonight!"
"He said he had work."
"That could be it too…" Ethel said, chewing her sandwich.
"Don't think about him! Take the rest of the day off." Muriel put in.
"Really?"
"Yes, go…get a manicure or something, we know how you cherish your pretty nails." Gertrude added.
"Thank you so much girls, I appreciate this." Charlotte picked her coat off the coat rack near the door that led to the basement. "See you on Monday." And she walked out of the room.
"Poor girl," Ethel said.
"That man," Muriel remarked furiously, hitting her fist into her hand.
"Ah, I don't think we've seen the last of Mr. Lupin…he likes Charlotte." Gertrude remarked.
"How do you know, Miss Love Expert?" Ethel inquired, putting her sandwich down.
"The way he looks at her…. it's how my husband looked at me."
A/N: Did this chapter suck? I don't know, let me know if it was bad and I will improve on the next one. Don't forget the responses on my LJ:)