
Remus pov
Autumn 1979
Remus had just apparated to an abandoned magical forest. Ferox was already waiting for him as he said he would. He was supposed to sniff out any werewolves that might be lurking there but he could not find any. Remus did not like being used as a drug dog, though he supposed it was better than being of no use at all. They did not talk much as they walked. He had already had a rough morning. Sirius was gone early for a raid with James. Remus had woken with a roaring headache only to find he had to do research on the giants for the order. He guessed they wanted the information to recruit the giants but he could not be certain since Dumbledore would not tell him anything. Remus tried and failed not to be bitter about doing research and not even knowing what it was used for.
Ferox only muttered occasionally, things like “yeah we’ll get them alright”. Or “could make a fortune out of one of them pelts if we manage to keep them till tomorrow”. Remus knew by know that Ferox did not mean to be offensive when speaking, though he still felt uncomfortable hearing his ex-professor speak about selling werewolves pelts. He could not sniff a single trace of another werewolf. When he told Ferox this he let out an exasperated sigh. They had been walking in the forest for about an hour all for nothing. “Good to see you Remus” Ferox said and then apparated.
Remus apparated back to the apartment feeling thoroughly miserable. He felt useless cooped up in the apartment. Sirius was still away on a mission and Remus felt jealous though he tried to push it down. It wasn’t Sirius fault that he only got the boring assignments. He began working on giants trying to suppress all bitter thoughts. His head was still pounding making it difficult to focus and the upcoming moon did sod all to help his concentration. He felt restless and wished he could do something useful, something active. Remus had to reread the same paragraph over and over again with his mind drifting. When his belly growled audibly he abandoned his work and went to the kitchen. When he had finished his lunch he began pacing just to do something. After a while he tried to work again but it did not go to well. After a few hours of repeating the same routine, Sirius entered through the front door. He looked tired but pleased and Remus tried not to let his jealousy and annoyance show. “Hey” Sirius said with a small smile. “Hey, how was work?” Remus asked with a fake smile but he seamed to have fooled Sirius since he indeed had been happier since beginning his research. Sirius visibly relaxed. “Oh fine, you know” he shrugged. No, I don’t Remus wanted to say but didn’t only gave a small smile and a non-committal shrug. Sirius walked into the bathroom and a moment later Remus could hear Sirius turning on the water taps.
They left for the order meeting together. There were quite a few members there and as always the presence of so much magic made him feel dizzy and nauseas. They droned on in codes for quite some time before asking Emmeline Vance, Dorcas, the prewets, James and Sirius to hang back for a new assignment. Moody orderd the rest of them to go home and when Remus met Sirius gaze, Sirius merely nodded so Remus left.
Remus entered the apartment still nauseas with magic. He found a postcard from Grant on the hallway mat. He picked it up and went to the living room to read it.
“Hey Remus! I have been working hard as usual these days. Yesterday a kid walked into the pub. He was very skinny and looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. I gave him some food and asked him were he lived in the hope that he had somewhere to go. But of course, he didn’t, he didn’t even live in a children’s home like St eddy’s either. He was homeless and didn’t have anyone. You know I think I sort a underestimated St eddy’s you know? We still got food.
/Grant
Remus felt even angrier than before. Had Grant really forgotten what St Edmunds was like?! He wrote a argumentative but kind letter or at least Remus though so. He went to the kitchen to grab some leftover dinner when he heard the door open.