Train of Thought
Remus looked around his room double-checking he had all of his belongings. It was the next day, September 1, and Remus was beyond excitement for the new school year. He couldn’t wait to be away from the torturous place, okay maybe not torturous but it sure felt like it. He knew that it was only probably till holiday and he would be sent away. Maybe before that.
No, Remus, Dumbledoor wouldn’t have come if you were to be just sent away. But what if he did, what if he was experimenting on him. Oh god what if they didn’t actually like him? What of he didn’t make any friends? What if he-
All of his outrageous thoughts were cut off by a sharp knock on the door and its opening. Illiona walked in. She glared around the room and took a deep breath.
“You packed? It’s time to go,” she said bluntly.
“Mhm…yeah I am,” Remus replied.
Remus looked around the small two bedded room and walked towards the door, took one last glance then shut it.
***
Remus got outside, to the car and placed his trunk in the back. He climbed into the backseat and looked back at the orphanage where he’d spent the last 6 years of his life. He was finally leaving only to come back for holidays and summer.
“I want you quiet, I’m taking time out of my day to drive you to this fucking train station. No talking unless necessary, and wear those headphones of yours to listen to music,” Illiona blurted.
Remus nodded and put the small earpieces in his ear. He watched as the Wales countryside blurred through the window. He sighed and felt composure. Remus’ mind was truly going a mile a minute. He thought deeply through the 3 hour car ride.
***
Remus felt the car slowing to a stop. He blinked his eyes and realized they made it. He was at the train station. He quickly got out of the car finally getting the chance to hum to his music.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!! Turn and face the strange! Ohhh Changesss
He practically skipped to the back of the car, opening the door and grabbing his trunk. He wrapped his fingers around the copper handle and carried it up to the curb.
Illiona followed after him and looked down at him with her usual glare.
“You best be making the best of this chance. I will not be driving here tomorrow for a mistake you made! You hear me you little shit? You behave yourself!” She shouted at him.
Remus looked around embarrassed, god please don’t have anyone cool hear this.
“DO YOU HEAR ME?!”
“Ye-” Remus began to reply, but turned to see another boy. He had sharp cheekbones, pale skin, and the most silky black hair Remus had ever seen.
The pretty boy, I am not gay it is an astute observation, was getting yelled at by a woman that looked similar in appearance. She also had sharp cheekbones and pale skin. Her black hair was tied back into a bun and she wore a fancy black dress and cloak.
The boy was wearing a suit and tie. Remus began to become overly self-aware on how he looked. He had shoes sporting rips and tears in the sole. His pants were covered in dust and his shirt had minimal holes. Honestly, it was his best outfit.
Remus was brought back further to his own situation when Illiona began yelling again for his mistake to not hear say something while looking at the pretty boy.
“You heard me eh? You are to behave and keep to yourself. Don’t need you pulling any pranks!” She spoke loudly.
A group of boys walked past them snickering at him. Fuck, why won’t she just shut the fuck up?
“Yes, Ma’am. I promise to be good,” Remus spoke blandly. He flinched as she raised her hand. She tucked her hand into the collar of his flannel and turned it the right way.
She nodded and turned her head to direct him to the train station.