Chapter 7
Stella and David were really quiet in the train. Lupin wished they would talk a lot more, so that he could think of other subjects than Tonks's miserable leaving. He lent his head against the glass of the window and closed his eyes. She's gonna be fine, he said to himself. Fine. Their's nothing to worry about. Lupin could almost feel David's eyes, fixed on his face.
He opened his eyes again. He was right: David was looking at Lupin. He finally spoke.
'You're worried, aren't you?' he ask abrupt. Lupin nodded. Stella turned her head diagonal and looked at Lupin. Lupin felt suddenly pretty unconfortable by those four, looking eyes. What if they are under the Imperius Curse? said a anxious voice inside his brain.
Get off it! said another, calm voice. Lupin expected that David would say something that would feel him a lot better about Tonks, but he didn't.
The train stopped. They walked out of it, Stella and David carrying their suitcases.
'Where do you two live, actually?' asked Lupin, when they were walking out of the station.
'Newcastle. We only have to walk a mile, than we're at our home,' replied Stella. 'Allright,' said Lupin. He looked at the pale blue sky and slowely realised that it was pretty warm outside. He sighed. He wished Tonks was with him. It would be strange to live in a house he had never known. He didn't liked the idea of it, but he was happy to do something for the Ministry. They walked through small, deserted lanes and ended up for a pretty, old-fashioned house. Green plants had covered a large piech of the walls and the garden was wild and messy. But when Lupin, David and Stella walked through the open door, the hall was old, but very clean, large and stylish. There was a great, decorated door in front of them. There was a door at the left and a door at the right. At the right, there were also stairs, overlayed with a darkred carpet. Their wasn't any painting or picture on the walls. David and Stella took the stairs and Lupin followed them. They entered a very pink and girly room, with paintings of young woman in sweet, Victorian dresses on the walls. Stella dropped her suitcases on the ground and jumped on her bed. She closed her eyes and began to snore. Lupin chuckled.
They got into David's room. It was very sober. He had only one drawing, in a list, on the wall. Lupin walked to it, and was shocked as he saw what it was. It was pretty ironic. It was a great, wild werewolve. He looked at Lupin, his bared, sharp teeth shining of spittle and the look in his eyes was raw and monster-like. The full moon was high in the sky. The threes at the backround were creepy similar to the real ones in the wood where Stella and David were bitten. Lupin took a deep breath. David dropped his suitcases en sat on the edge of his bed.
'Weird, isn't it?' said David, looking at the back of Lupin's head, who was still staring in the eyes of the painted werewolve. 'I was never afraid of werewolves,' he continioud.
'Not even real ones. And in the stories, they seemed really cool to me.' Lupin snorted.
He would find out how it really was to be one, he thought. Again. Didn't he rembered the first time he transformated? With Greyback? 'Never thought it would happen to me,'said David, staring at the ground and taking off his shoes. It was difficult to say how David really felt about this. Lupin turned around and lent against the wall.
'I think nobody would, David,' he said serene.
Lupin sat in the living room. It was a small, clean area with a lot of big, open windows and wooden pieces of furniture. The walls were painted green, and the bright candlelight came from an acient candelier on the ceiling. He lay on a big sofa and stared to the bookcase in front of him. He was trying to think of a werewolve lesson. He planned to do the first one tonight. The sooner, the better. But where did he had to began? Well, he taught Harry about Patronusses. How difficult could werewolves be? Pretty difficult, he thougt, and growled.
What was the Minister thinking? A werewolve, a teacher: perfect?
So... he had to tell them about the exact transformation... what really happened. What they could do to prevent it, in extreme situations... To prevent it... Lupin pulled himself up and sat straight ahead. Wait! To prevent it? Why didn't they get Wolvesbane!
He growled again, and planned to try to get Wolvesbane. Unfortuantly, he knew it was rare, because of the difficulty. Poor, sweet werewolves.
All of a sudden, he heard a small pop coming from the entrance hall. The door was bashed open and a panting woman with pink hair runned straight to him. She wrapped her arms around him and came with an 'ouf!' upon his gut. Lupin lay back upon the sofa and did not knew whether to laugh, or to be deadly serious. Tonks laughed naugthy at him and stroke with a finger over his cheek. She was quiet for a moment. Then, she theatrical complained: 'You really have to shave, you know.' Lupin shook his head. She was really unbelieveble.
'What happened?' he asked her, ignoring her last reaction. He gently pushed her off him. They both sat down on the sofa, when she finally gave answer. 'That's quite a story,' she sighed. 'Tell me,' said Lupin simply. And she began to talk.