Remus lupin lives a timid if not lonely life
He awoke in the mornings high up in his humble woodland cottage. Accompanied by the smell of recent rain mixed with wildlife, with hints of dark rich bold chocolate and fresh coffee. The aromas hugging the man in a pleasant blanket pushing away the autumn chill.
He lived a forgiving, steady and reoccurring routine in his everyday life.
It was not a large place. It felt just too big for the lonely man. The home had a tired yet soft exterior. It was hand in hand with a nicely sized garden, Well kept flower beds decorated the grass with bushes of lilies growing in a few of them.
The shell of the once fleshed out home still stood despite experiencing better days in its lifetime.
The walls covered with faded paintings and photos, the memories of which loomed over the tall figure when he didn't pay them any mind. Post its stuck all over the kitchen with quick reminders to drink his wolfsbane potion in time.
The forgot game of chess full of missing pieces remained untouched now accompanied by a layer of think dust. The board carried a now invisible engraving p.p. Remus doesn't even know who the game was against anymore. Nor does he recall where he got it from.
The second floor possess a cozy reading nook and a unprofessional observatory
The reading area had a large arm chair(Remus once noted that it could probably be used by two teens as a mini couch) surrounded by a personal library. a wooden side table stood with the chair with a pair of dusty circular glasses laying on it unused by the man who lived there.
The observatory held moon charts and a few circled stars on a map of the sky. Remus doesn't truly recall the reason he like some of them more than others
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There is always chocolate in the house. Remus used to think as a child that it would get rid of the monster within him. Now he finds comfort in the sweet and silky treat after a moon.
There is always healing potions stocked. Remus never goes outside without one just incase. The taste gives him a sense of deja vu or perhaps unknown nostalgia
There is always green tea and honey in the cupboard. The best way to start the morning according to Remus.
It seems like there is never any visitors in the house. Remus would say he likes it like that. But the house always looked like it used to have a more social time proved by the cobbled pathway that led to a picnic table with 8 chairs each engraved with a letter.
P J S M M D L R
Remus never remembered why they had that detail he didn't really know who put them there
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Remus lupin used to live a timid but never lonely life.
He would wake up in the mornings with the shimmer of the morning sun through the bed curtains and a voice.
"Remus come onnnnn James a Pete are already with the girls at breakfast. I know you love being a annoying gitt but I am not gonna wait for you any longer"
A smile always accompanied that voice as well as the sounds of laughter and the smell of posh calone.
"I'm coming! Won't you let a man grab his true love before starting the day?"
"Good thing I am right here?" The voice said with a chuckle
"Oh how could I forgot about you!" Remus said with fond sarcasm as he turning around now two bits of chocolate in his hands. Rushing to give a quick kiss on the cheek too Sirius before dragging him to breakfast.
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Remus lupin lived a timid and often lonely life
The memories of which have chosen to drift a long way away never truly gone, just around the corner, just faded not lost but hidden. Waiting, to be reunited at the ending.