I bestow upon you…the update. :)
New Home, New Life
After some discussion over breakfast, it was decided that Emmy would stay with Remus Lupin. She didn't know anything about him other than his name and the fact that he too was a werewolf. Needless to say she was a little frightened.
Once she finished saying goodbye to Fred, George, and Mrs. Weasley, she and Remus went out into the yard and prepared to apperate.
"I've never apperated before." Emmy said nervously.
"It's a bit of an odd feeling." He said with a smile.
"How do you mean?"
"Well, it's a bit…" They disappeared with a pop. "…Like that."
Emmy's face was pale. She looked ready to be sick.
"That's…that's horrible. Why would anyone want to…" She trailed off, abandoning her sentence and running to the nearest bush to vomit.
Remus followed behind her, conjuring up a glass of water for her to drink. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve and accepted the glass gratefully.
"Sorry." She said, feeling that she'd only been here a total of three minutes and was already making a bad impression.
"It's all right. It happens to most people their first time." He reassured her as the set off down the dusty dirt road.
They approached a small house at the end of the road. It was old but had a pleasant feel about it, like an antique. The garden was neat and well-kept and the place had an overall sense of comfort to it. Emmy loved it.
"Well, here we are. It's not all that much, but it's home."
"It's perfect." She smiled.
They walked inside and carried Emmy's trunk upstairs to a small bedroom. The room looked out into the woods surrounding the house. Sunlight streaked through the window and filled the room with a soft glow. Remus set the trunk down at the end of the bed.
"This will be your room. There's a bathroom down the hall. I'll leave you to unpack and everything." He said, making for the door.
"Um, you don't have to leave. It's not like there's a whole lot of unpacking to do. I don't have much stuff." She said, opening her trunk to show that this was indeed true.
He turned around. They both looked at the floor awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
"So…uh, how did you handle being a…you know…at school?" Emmy asked quietly.
"Good friends and a reasonably well-drawn map." He said with a look that told Emmy he was quite serious.
"Can you tell me?"
"Of course." And with that he launched into a story that recounted a bit more than he'd ever told anyone.
A/N: I have an odd feeling this is going to be more than five chapters because I'm getting kind of (a lot) into it and I have lots of ideas for stuff. But I'm sure you don't mind. :)
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