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Recipient: hekate101
Title: The Meeting
Rating: 15+
Warnings: Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Mild Language
Summary: A meeting between Rita and Remus goes awry.
She was late again.
Remus looked at his watch for the third time in the past few minutes, wondering if she would in fact arrive within the hour. She was supposed to have come at five; now it was twenty past. He couldn’t wait for her forever.
“So sorry I’m late,” said a saccharine voice from right behind him, jolting him from his thoughts. “I got held up elsewhere.” She walked over to her chair and leaned her hands against it.
The blonde, her rigid - though for some reason, now unkempt - curls framing her unnaturally young-looking face, smiled at him. It wasn’t a friendly smile; it was calculating, more “how-should-I-deal-with-this” than “nice-to-see-you.” She adjusted her jeweled spectacles, which were hanging loosely by one ear, and her coat, which was slipping off her shoulders.
“Where have you been, Rita?” asked Remus, though he had the feeling he knew the answer. It disgusted him.
“This is a bit crowded,” she said, ignoring his question completely. “Why don’t we go somewhere more cozy?”
“It’s the Hog’s Head,” he pointed out, irritated. “You chose it yourself.”
“Silly me,” she laughed, the shrill tone grating his ears. “Here, follow me.”
Having no choice but to do so, Remus followed the woman out of the bar and into the freezing cold.
“I’m afraid it’ll have to be Side-Along Apparation this time,” she said, grabbing onto his hand, much to his revulsion. After an uncomfortable few seconds, they landed in what appeared to be a hotel. They made their way up the stairs and into a tiny, dusty room on the third floor.
“I just feel so much more comfortable here, don’t you?” She laughed, as though she had said the most hilarious thing in the world.
“Not particularly,” he said, noticing the clothes on the floor and the empty Firewhisky bottles lined up on the bedside table.
She waved her hand, as though disregarding him completely. “Let’s get on with this, shall we?” She opened her purse and out bounced a Quick Quotes Quill and a piece of parchment.
”Remus Lupin,” she began as the quill began scribbling furiously. “A 20something-year-old man who just lost his best friends only - what was it - six months ago?”
“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth.
”A story of deceit and betrayal!” she began, rejuvenated. “James Potter and Peter Pettigrew, dead at the hands of one of their best friends, Sirius Black, who is now imprisoned in Azkaban! Mr. Lupin, the only one left. How does it feel to be the only one left standing, Remus?”
“You told me that you wouldn’t talk about this,” he hissed.
She smirked. “I’m a journalist, sweetheart. No one wants to hear about your little werewolf club.”
“The Worldwide Organization of Lycanthropic Findings!”
“Aww, the first letters in each word spell WOLF. How cute. Did you manage that all by yourself?”
”THAT’S IT!” Having not sat down in the first place, Remus found it easy to dodge Rita when she grabbed for his robes and slammed the door open. “I don’t even know why I bothered in the first place!” He ignored her cries for a glass of Firewhisky - it would probably be spiked with some Veritaserum - as well as her offer of physical satisfaction. He shuddered at the thought of sleeping with her.
“You’ll be sorry!” she shouted from her window when he finally came outside. “I’ll slander you in the Daily Prophet one day, you disgusting werewolf!” The people on the street near him gasped and scurried away from him.
“If you even get a job there, you lying, deceitful fool!” he shot back, flushing. “You’ll get what’s coming to you one day!”
In response, she slammed the window shut. Remus went home, wondering if things would always end up this way, for he had no one to confide in.
Where did he go from here?
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Title: The Meeting
Rating: 15+
Warnings: Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Mild Language
Summary: A meeting between Rita and Remus goes awry.
She was late again.
Remus looked at his watch for the third time in the past few minutes, wondering if she would in fact arrive within the hour. She was supposed to have come at five; now it was twenty past. He couldn’t wait for her forever.
“So sorry I’m late,” said a saccharine voice from right behind him, jolting him from his thoughts. “I got held up elsewhere.” She walked over to her chair and leaned her hands against it.
The blonde, her rigid - though for some reason, now unkempt - curls framing her unnaturally young-looking face, smiled at him. It wasn’t a friendly smile; it was calculating, more “how-should-I-deal-with-this” than “nice-to-see-you.” She adjusted her jeweled spectacles, which were hanging loosely by one ear, and her coat, which was slipping off her shoulders.
“Where have you been, Rita?” asked Remus, though he had the feeling he knew the answer. It disgusted him.
“This is a bit crowded,” she said, ignoring his question completely. “Why don’t we go somewhere more cozy?”
“It’s the Hog’s Head,” he pointed out, irritated. “You chose it yourself.”
“Silly me,” she laughed, the shrill tone grating his ears. “Here, follow me.”
Having no choice but to do so, Remus followed the woman out of the bar and into the freezing cold.
“I’m afraid it’ll have to be Side-Along Apparation this time,” she said, grabbing onto his hand, much to his revulsion. After an uncomfortable few seconds, they landed in what appeared to be a hotel. They made their way up the stairs and into a tiny, dusty room on the third floor.
“I just feel so much more comfortable here, don’t you?” She laughed, as though she had said the most hilarious thing in the world.
“Not particularly,” he said, noticing the clothes on the floor and the empty Firewhisky bottles lined up on the bedside table.
She waved her hand, as though disregarding him completely. “Let’s get on with this, shall we?” She opened her purse and out bounced a Quick Quotes Quill and a piece of parchment.
”Remus Lupin,” she began as the quill began scribbling furiously. “A 20something-year-old man who just lost his best friends only - what was it - six months ago?”
“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth.
”A story of deceit and betrayal!” she began, rejuvenated. “James Potter and Peter Pettigrew, dead at the hands of one of their best friends, Sirius Black, who is now imprisoned in Azkaban! Mr. Lupin, the only one left. How does it feel to be the only one left standing, Remus?”
“You told me that you wouldn’t talk about this,” he hissed.
She smirked. “I’m a journalist, sweetheart. No one wants to hear about your little werewolf club.”
“The Worldwide Organization of Lycanthropic Findings!”
“Aww, the first letters in each word spell WOLF. How cute. Did you manage that all by yourself?”
”THAT’S IT!” Having not sat down in the first place, Remus found it easy to dodge Rita when she grabbed for his robes and slammed the door open. “I don’t even know why I bothered in the first place!” He ignored her cries for a glass of Firewhisky - it would probably be spiked with some Veritaserum - as well as her offer of physical satisfaction. He shuddered at the thought of sleeping with her.
“You’ll be sorry!” she shouted from her window when he finally came outside. “I’ll slander you in the Daily Prophet one day, you disgusting werewolf!” The people on the street near him gasped and scurried away from him.
“If you even get a job there, you lying, deceitful fool!” he shot back, flushing. “You’ll get what’s coming to you one day!”
In response, she slammed the window shut. Remus went home, wondering if things would always end up this way, for he had no one to confide in.
Where did he go from here?
.