Little Town
In a small town of France lays an even smaller cottage. In the cottage lives a boy and his father. The boy, almost a man, his name, Remus Lupin. Remus was always ready for more, he wanted to live, to have fun. Those were his everyday thoughts while walking out of the small cottage. The thought of getting out of this tiny place was all that drove him to get out of bed every day.
The fresh air was gratifying for Remus's senses, unlike the usual smell of oil or smoke that were products of his fathers failed inventions. Remus could feel the warmth radiating around him from the early morning sun. Even though the sun was shining it was still quite breezy, so Remus wore one of his favorite jumpers, knitted by his mum. Basket in hand, the lanky boy was ready to take on the incredibly bothersome and small-minded people of the village.
Remus sighed as he braved himself for the walk into town that would no doubt aggravate his bad hip. As he makes his way to the market area of the village, he ignores the stares that he gets from people as he walks by. He knows what they whisper, what an odd boy, I wonder why he hasn't taken to finding a wife, where'd he get the scars from, and his personal favorite, that comes from grandmas and mamas alike, what a handsome boy. Remus often wonders if the people here ever get tired of talking about the same thing every single day. He ignores the man wheeling pumpkins about and greets the baker.
"Good morning, Monsieur"
"Grand garçon, what is it I can do for you today?"
"One loaf of bread please."
"Why of course! How have you been boy?"
"I've been good sir, I just finished reading this most wonderful story! It's about this boy who finds out that he has magic, and he goes on so many adventures to save everyone each year and then-"
"Thats quite nice, here you go boy."
Once Remus pays the man for the bread, he watches as the man yell through a window about more bread. The boy sighs as he continues his path to the bookshop. The uneven, cobblestone road doing his hip no good, he decides that he needs a little break and spots a carriage on its way through the town. An idea pops into his mind and he gives himself a small spurt of energy as the carriage, which has been slowly making its way towards him, finally passes him, giving him access to the back. Remus jumps on the back of the carriage and laughs as the man controlling it makes his protests against the boy. After a peaceful two-minute journey the carriage had made its way to the opposite side of the village, just where Remus needed.
The bookshop was most certainly not the biggest building in town. In front of Remus, staring straight back at him was a one-story building that was smaller than his own cottage. It was pitiful, just barely standing and only owning about one hundred books or less, was Dumbledore's Bookshop. As Remus walks into the shop, he gives a big smile to the old man.
"Good morning, sir are there any new books that have arrived?"
"Not since last week my boy."
Remus hides his disappointed as the old man grins brightly, eyes twinkling at his favorite customer. Taking a few steps towards the bookshelves, Remus's eyes search the shelves for his favorite book, Pride and Prejudice. Finally finding it, he turns towards Dumbledore.
"That's quite alright I'll just borrow this one."
"But- my boy, you've read that one about twenty times already!"
"Yes well, it's my favorite."
"Well, if you like it that much then it ought to be yours!"
"Oh, sir I could never."
"No! No, I insist!"
"But- fine. If you insist, have a good day sir."
"You as well my boy."
Remus walks out of the bookshop with a wide grin on his face. He was ecstatic about his newest addition to his personal collection. He was so enthralled by his new book that he hardly paid any mind to the small group of people that had been staring at him through the window. Remus sighed and just rolled his eyes; he was used to being stared at from a young age for his scars. Shaking his head to rid those thoughts the boy started on his journey back home in the little town that was filled with little people.