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Post by Remus Lupin on Aug 22, 2010 19:54:02 GMT -6
 And the strangest thing was waiting for that bell to ring.
It was the strangest start.
There would surely be retaliation for sending a letter over a year after her initial correspondence and the letter not even being addressed to Evelyn Wenlock but to her husband. Remus only hoped that she would be distracted by Sirius not to plan her vengeance. If someone had noticed the amount of letters he had gotten from her, they might be curious. And if this person was to check the nature of the letters, they would be able to figure out his cryptic note easily enough. But a letter between two former colleagues that had actually turned friends, there would be no red flags to pop up, surely? Remus sighed as he went to sign his name, recognizing the paranoia that had developed from housing an escaped convict. After this little reunion, Remus could only hope that they could set after Peter and put an end to this whole mess. Thirteen years of their lives given up because of that traitor was honestly too much.
“Sirius? Did you finish the milk?” Remus frowned at the empty carton, shaking it to not hear any sounds of liquid rolling around. He was fussing too much over the way his house looked and whether or not there were proper snacks for tea as he was pretty sure that it would all be overlooked when the Wenlocks actually arrived. His modest home filled with two bachelors had him anxious over its presentation. Though it could be Sirius’ anxiety rubbing off on him or perhaps his anxiety was causing Sirius’ which made his worse. Remus put the empty carton back with a sigh, wondering if the added ally was actually worth all the buildup.
A look at Sirius told him that it was. They had both lost a lot that Halloween, but Remus hadn’t lost the freedom and confidence that Sirius seemed to have lost those years in Azkaban. It still made him uncomfortable to think about those tears the night he went to collect him from that damn cave. Remus had his own demons, demons so old now that he barely even noticed how they affected him, but to see the once happy and chatty boy that was Sirius Black grown up to what he is now… it was a sight that Remus still hadn’t gotten used to. Those tears, after the initial moment where they had been discovered, were best to just be forgotten now.
The clock on the sitting room wall rang four times, stilling both men into silence. There was a distant pop of apparition from down the road and Remus nodded, rearranging a couple items on the kitchen table before getting Sirius’ help to move it all into the sitting room. The couches were now a much dimmer color than when he had first purchased them almost fifteen years prior and the varnish on some of the wood furniture had worn off, but it was a tidy room and Remus could no longer nitpick once the doorbell rang. And there was a loud series of knocks that followed. The doorbell rang twice more before he made it to the door to let the Wenlocks in.
“Edward! Ev—ow.” Evie had pushed him back with the same deceptive strength that she had back in school. The door hadn’t appreciated having Remus shoved into it and the sharp edges bit into his skin. Evie walked past him, searching his house for Sirius, and Remus made a welcoming gesture for Edward to come in. “So nice to see you again.”Date: Saturday, September 17, 1994
Tag: Sirius Black, Evelyn Wenlock, Edward Wenlock
Words: 745 Words
Lyrics: The Hardest Part - Coldplay
Notes: Ah... what a nice day for a reunion. |
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 22, 2010 20:52:59 GMT -6
WHO IS THE MAN I SEE
WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE?
I'VE LOST MY HEART, I'VE BURIED IT TOO DEEP
It felt like a hand had squeezed his heart the moment Remus had told him of Evie's letters. Blimey, he'd never known, never realized... he'd thought she would have done like Remus had and assumed he was guilty. Either way it was a pretty painful parting and separation, because his love for his friends had never died. The dementors had made him feel the agony of how much he missed them, how much he hated knowing that they know despised him and thought he was a murder, every day for twelve years. It was true, in his canine form he didn't feel the effect of the dementors as cruelly, but the thoughts haunted him still. He hadn't needed the dementors to feel anguish.
After several nights discussing how this was to be done, Remus penned a brief and vague letter to Edward Wenlock that would draw Evie's attention, but hopefully no one else's. Besides, Remus was right - who would want to read a letter between two former colleagues? Although it was now out in the open that Remus was a werewolf; Sirius reminded him of this more out of worry than anything, but Remus did his best to assure him that it would be fine. It was strange for Sirius to be the worrier, although Remus seemed to feel the same which worried him, so his worry trumped his and he went back to being the bigger worrier... so it wasn't too different than it used to be.
They received a reply shortly after Remus had sent the owl to the Wenlocks, informing them that they would arrive on the seventeenth at four. Sirius was equal parts elated and terrified. He didn't know what to expect of Evie, even though he'd read her letters to Remus and knew that she was concerned and that she wanted to find him. It was all different, knowing that he was out there and possibly innocent than actually encountering him standing in Remus' living room, his chest covered in prison tattoos. He'd once joked about having her design a tattoo for him while they were still in school and she'd drawn the most horrible little cartoon of a pygmy puff and a dragon or something. He scratched his wrist where the drawing had been absentmindedly as they waited, his hand then moving to his jaw. He'd shaved that morning, borrowing Remus' razor, which even after twelve years in a rotting prison still grossed him out. It was shocking to look at himself in the mirror, clean shaven and completely resembling the young man he once was. He suddenly wished he hadn't shaved.
It was two days before the full moon, and to fill the silence that existed between their talk of Evie and empty milk cartons, Sirius occupied his thoughts and his mouth by asking Remus if he was ready, if he was sure he'd be up to company so soon before the full moon and if he thought it was a good idea that they were doing this at all. Sirius was filled with a nervous energy that caused him to shake his leg over and over and over for almost an hour until Remus pointed it out and told him to stop. Sirius began to sweat. He went into Remus' bedroom and shrugged out of his clothes so that he could transform without shredding them. Remus didn't need any more damage done to his clothes, but Sirius was able to think more clearly while he was a dog... or perhaps he didn't think as much. Either way, it was a relief. He paced around the bedroom a bit, panting, before transforming back and dressing. Remus looked worried when he returned to the sitting room but he nodded to let him know he was nervous, but he was making it.
The clock on the wall chimed four times and Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance, both of them anxious with anticipation. Sirius stood from where he'd sat at the sofa and smoothed out the nice jumper that Remus had lent him; it was one of his less shabbier ones. A series of knocks and ringing of the bell alerted them both to who it was behind the door, and Sirius felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest, so hard that he could feel it in his throat. Remus opened the door and Sirius thought he was going to faint. "Edward! Ev-ow!"
A mass of brown curls rustled past Remus and Evelyn Teague, no, Evelyn Wenlock came to a halt six feet away from him. He was terrified. Should he speak? What could he say? What was she feeling? What was she thinking? Did she... He didn't even want to finish that last thought. She was just staring at him, it felt like forever but it couldn't have been more than a second before he finally breathed out her name, almost inaudibly.
"Evie."
{date} Saturday, September 17, 1994
{tag} Evelyn Teague, Remus Lupin, Edward Wenlock
{lyrics} "Crystal Ball" - Keane
{words} Who knows?
{notes} My heart...
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Post by Evelyn Wenlock on Aug 22, 2010 23:05:02 GMT -6
 ---------------------when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you cannot replace----------------”Evie.”
She had burst into the house, knocking aside Remus who she was pretty sure that he should be considered a villain of some sort. It had been so long without any news that Evie felt like this was the last moment before Remus would press a button and she would fall into a tank of sharks. Edward really needed to stop taking her to Muggle films. There were six feet between them, three steps if she was any form of realistic. If she had her boots, Evie was pretty sure she could lunge at him in one. It was too far away and her feet couldn’t take one step to amend this.
Edward had been subjected to late night ramblings about this moment since he first shared the letter with her and had to remind her frequently that she had to wait before she could make sure that the ‘he’ in the letter was the person she wanted to see more than anything. Evie knew she had reverted back to childish impatience but keeping her away was just too much to expect from her. Some of the pretend conversations she had with Edward, trying to figure out what to say, completely deserted her. It was only belatedly that she felt the hot sting of unshed tears and a blink released them.
Her head pointed down, using her hair to hide as she tried to collect some sort of thought. A hand raised to keep everyone away from her, show that she was okay and just needed a moment. Evie took a couple more steadying breaths and decided to act on the first thought that came to her mind. It was a regrettable decision in hindsight, one that Evie hadn’t paused to think about as she finished the distance between them, clenched her fist, and struck Sirius across the jaw. “Thirteen bleeding months, you bastard! That’s three hundred and ninety six days and I hate maths. You made me do maths because I’ve been worried si—“
The loud sob, the one she had been trying to keep back, broke through and interrupted her. Evie grabbed Sirius’ jumper, pulling him closer until she could bury her face there. She wanted to stop crying, wanted to be someone strong for Sirius because she hadn’t been the one locked up for twelve years with horrible creatures. Sirius needed to be comforted, told that she didn’t care what he did though it was pretty obvious that if Lupin took him in that he did nothing. God, and he needed fed. Evie didn’t often find herself crying against Sirius the years when there wasn’t much crying to do, but she felt like she was curled against a skeleton in a nice jumper. When she could get herself to breathe properly, at least to the point she could speak, Edward would be sent on a run to the shop to get her some steak, potatoes, corn, a whole chicken, some rolls – Evie managed to sober herself up by focusing on the need to take after him.
“Jesus, Brawd.” Her voice cracked and she moved so she could hug him around his neck, one hand moving so she could scratch the back of his head. A gesture practiced on him so often that she suddenly felt like she missed that more than being able to talk to him. “Why the hells you calling me ‘Evie’ for? When have I ever been less than ‘Eves’?” Names didn’t normally matter to her; she barely even noticed them before Edward called her ‘Evelyn’ for the first time. It was slightly mad, but she had been protective of the right Edward had to call her ‘Evelyn’ and she would be damned if Sirius had any thoughts against calling her ‘Eves’ again.
She was reluctant, almost bitter, when she pulled back enough to get a good look at him. His jumper was a mess and Evie set to straightening it, taking note of the gaunt features and long hair. He at least seemed to be clean and shaven. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry about the… Did I hurt you?” Evie touched his jaw, examining it for any bruising. “I can go get you some ice? Do you want some ice? Or I can cook you something! Lots of things. Or … I…” She trailed off again, biting her lips to stop from crying again. “I’m… sorry. I’ve missed you so much.” Her shoes, though a boring pair of flats and not her boots, took her attention as she tried desperately to regain some sort of control.
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date: September 17, 1994
tagged: Sirius Black, Edward Wenlock, Remus Lupin
words: 765 Words
lyrics: Fix You - Coldplay
notes: I'm sorry I went all girly on you there.... -sniffs-
outfit: Outfit [/blockquote] |
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 24, 2010 22:08:17 GMT -6
WHO IS THE MAN I SEE
WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE?
I'VE LOST MY HEART, I'VE BURIED IT TOO DEEP
Evie's eyes met his only for a second before she bowed her head, her expression masked by a curtain of dark, wild curls. In his peripheral vision, Sirius could see that Edward and Remus were both tempted to step forward and see if she was okay, but she raised a hand to signal her need for a moment to collect herself. Sirius watched her anxiously, and was almost on the verge of saying something himself when suddenly her fist collided with his face. It took him a moment to realize exactly what had happened and he was pretty sure he heard Remus and/or Edward say, "Evie, no!" before she started screaming. "Thirteen bleeding months, you bastard! That's three hundred and ninety six days and I hate maths. You made me do maths because I've been worried si--" He stood there, his hair still slung across his face from when she'd knocked him in the jaw, and watched as she fell apart. Sirius wanted to lunge forward and hold her, but Evie was really scary right now, and he thought it would be best if he kept his distance. Her unpredictability, however, sent her rushing to him, tugging at his jumper until she was sobbing against his chest. He'd expected her to be either angry or sympathetic, but this strange mix of whatever emotions she was feeling was throwing him for a loop. Sirius was numbly aware that he should hold her to him and when he did, Evie relaxed a bit. It was amazing how strange it felt to hold her now - so familiar, but with their bodies so changed over time (mostly his own) it was also a foreign feeling. "Jesus, Brawd."
His eyes slammed shut as tears burned in the corners of them. Brawd. It had been nearly thirteen years since she'd called him that, thirteen years since he’d held her last. He could clearly remember the last time he’d seen her before James and Lily died – it was a Sunday and he’d gone to Cardiff to visit Edward and Evie and to spend time with their little one, Gwen, who had just started toddling around. It was shortly after the McKinnons died – Marlene, Deirdre, Stuart, and their parents – and they spent the majority of the afternoon ignoring how sad and scared they were by telling horrible jokes and laughing so loud that their neighbors came and pounded on the door. That didn’t deter them, but when Gwennie started crying they all called it a night. He’d kissed the baby on the head, bid Edward a good night and hugged Evie goodbye, despite the fact that they were still arguing over which was worse – having your hand blasted off with a lightsaber after discovering that your father was an evil dark lord of the Sith, or being encased in carbonite after being betrayed by your best friend. Ironically enough, Sirius had voted for the hand getting chopped off by his evil father – he’d had more experience with trauma like that at the time than being betrayed by his best friend.
Evie pulled back, sniffing, and looked up at him. “Why the hells you calling me ‘Evie’ for? When have I ever been less than ‘Eves’?”
Sirius opened his mouth to respond, but he didn’t know what to say. This was wrong – he and Evie had always managed to talk back and forth like a tennis match before, neither shutting up until they ran out of breath or just got bored. “Didn’t know what to expect to you, to be honest.” She could sense the difference like he could and she watched him with large, anxious eyes as if she were waiting for the Sirius she used to know to rise back to the surface, but twelve years and Azkaban had sealed him deep somewhere, like he himself were enclosed in carbonite. He laughed a little at his little Star Wars conceit, before attempting to be more like himself. “Well, I expected to be cursed or hexed or something, but I neglected to remember your beater days.” He offered her a smile but the line between her eyes only deepened.
“I’m sorry about the… Did I hurt you?” She ghosted her hand over where she’d punched him in the jaw and he shook his head, looking down.
“I’ll manage.”
“I can go get you some ice? Do you want some ice? Or I can cook you something! Lots of things. Or … I…” She trailed off and bit her lips, her eyes watering. “I’m… sorry. I’ve missed you so much.” Evie lowered her eyes to her shoes and she suddenly looked smaller than the towering woman who’d burst through the door. Sirius stared at her for a moment, realizing that as much as he’d changed, as much as she’d changed, this hadn’t. He wrapped her back in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “I missed you too, Eves.” It was as if a great weight had lifted from the room and all of a sudden everything felt ten pounds lighter, as if gravity were suddenly weaker where they were. Sirius pulled back and looked down at her, smiling lightly as she wiped away tears. He was still barely keeping himself from weeping like a child, but he was just so damn happy that she was happy to see him. He’d hated thinking that he’d lost her when he was sent to Azkaban; he’d lost everything else. “Blimey, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” he said with a light chuckle, marveling at how time had had little effect on her appearance. He knew he looked frightfully pale and thin, but he was a right sight better than he had been in Azkaban. His stomach growled loudly and he smiled a bit shyly, realizing that his anxiety had kept him from eating everything all day… although he had finished off the milk.
{date} Saturday, September 17, 1994
{tag} Evelyn Teague, Remus Lupin, Edward Wenlock
{lyrics} "Crystal Ball" - Keane
{words} Who knows?
{notes} My heart...
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Post by Remus Lupin on Sept 2, 2010 3:50:21 GMT -6
And the strangest thing was waiting for that bell to ring.
It was the strangest start. Edward and Remus walked further into his tiny house together, joining the reunion of two old friends in what Remus had expected to be in progress. Instead, Evie just stood there for the longest series of moments until her head tilted down and she raised a placating hand to keep the two men in place. Remus’ eyes flickered to Sirius for a better idea on what was going on, but he didn’t seem to have much of an idea. ”Evie.” Something snapped in the room and that placating hand clenched into a fist. “Evie, no!” It wasn’t a successful attempt to still her as he and Edward both yelled out and took a step forward.
Remus should have known better. Harry had been out for blood when he found him with Sirius and Evie was much more of a wild thing with less logical thought behind her actions then Harry. If he had misread any of her letters and got Sirius killed for it, he would never forgive himself. Instead, Evie fell face first into Sirius’ chest, shaking with loud sobs that disturbed him to witness. Remus could never remember the mother hen of Gryffindor crying. He was sure it must have happened, especially when the war commenced and their friends were lost, but it wasn’t something he was sure he ever witnessed. He looked over to Edward to gauge his reaction but couldn’t find that he could. It wasn’t an easy task at least.
Moments passed, broken conversation that didn’t make any sense to him. There was no question about how Sirius could betray his best friend and kill thirteen Muggles and Peter. It was irrational that it angered him as much as it did considering he knew the truth, but to not even wonder was driving him mad. It was one of the reasons he and Evie never got along perfectly, even though he was pretty sure James would treat Sirius the same way after twelve years in Azkaban. If in this scenario James wasn’t dead or in the cell next to him. Still, it aggravated him and when there was mention of food, Remus set to work. “Actually, I have some things out. We can just—“
Evie snapped around, looking at Remus like she hadn’t seen him when she walked in. Considering the force he was shoved into the door, she probably didn’t even see who she was pushing. Evie followed where Remus was gesturing, frowning and poking everything he had out. It looked like she was about to tell him off or make herself at home in his kitchen, when she decided against it. Remus watched as she piled a plate full of things and forced it upon Sirius. He shook his head, pouring himself and Edward a cup of tea. “Sugar? Cream?” Remus prepared both cups of tea to their preference, figuring Evie would probably slap his hand away if he attempted the same for them. Remus summoned a chair from the kitchen allowing Edward to take the softer chair he usually occupied as Evie and Sirius sat on the couch.Date: Saturday, September 17, 1994
Tag: Sirius Black, Evelyn Wenlock, Edward Wenlock
Words: 517 Words
Lyrics: The Hardest Part - Coldplay
Notes: Ah... what a nice day for a reunion. |
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Post by Evelyn Wenlock on Sept 2, 2010 4:57:26 GMT -6
---------------------when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you cannot replace---------------- She couldn’t control every welling of tears and it was more than irritating. Evie considered stomping her foot in irritation, but she was feeling small as is. She was pretty sure her entire list of actions from entering the house could be considered the actions of a girl younger than Dylan. The thought of her daughter made her long for her, though she was safe at her Aunt Mina and Uncle Hugh’s. She longed for all of her children, her husband, the thirteen years that Sirius was supposed to spend playing Godfather to Gwen and Harry Potter. Sirius pulled her back into a hug she didn’t realize she needed, said words she knew but needed to hear, “I missed you too, Eves.”
Thankfully, the floodgate didn’t break. Evie was still so close to tears that her entire body hurt from the effort to keep them back, but she didn’t cry. She relaxed against Sirius to the point that when he pulled away from her, she staggered slightly. Her head didn’t make sense, felt like she had been drinking in a manner she hadn’t done in a while. The little bit of sense it did make told her to wipe the tears away, which she did with clumsy hands, and offer a smile, again something she did but her face pulled into that of such a weak smile that she felt like she was wearing a mask. “Blimey, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Evie smirked, but the slightly self-absorbed joke she would make after this didn’t come. It felt a little awkward not to retort in her usual way, but felt relieved when Sirius’ stomach growled and gave her something to do. “Right! Food, let’s get you fed.”
“Actually, I have some things out. We can just—“
Evie turned to look at Remus when he spoke. The sudden change of focus must have startled him or something as he trailed off, hand poised to direct them toward some food he prepared. She ignored him, eyes flickering to Edward. There was no question that she felt lost, but she appreciated the distance she was given to figure everything out. Remembering that Edward was there gave her a bit of logic that she was sure had rubbed off from him over the last fifteen years. Though Evie was loathe to do it, she had to make sure Sirius was safe. For so long, she convinced herself she only missed him. He was like a brother and if one of her brothers went to prison for twelve years, she would miss him just as much. Now, standing there, Evie had seemingly ignored the possibility he could ever be guilty. The thought made her sick, but she had three children and a husband to keep safe.
Sirius was still hungry though and Evie began to fill a plate for him. The food was proper for tea, but Sirius needed more than that. If she went to cook something, which was tempting and the original plan, Evie would be forced to postpone more time with Sirius. At least spend the next twenty minutes or so distracted from valuable conversation. If Evie could manage sparing the time, she would prepare a meal similar to the one she prepared Jonathan before he left for Hogwarts – not a comical breakfast face, but something with the same amount of care. Sirius took the full plate from her and allowed himself to get pushed onto the couch. Evie took a seat next to him, pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged and face him. “No, eat this one. It looks like it was once a vegetable.” She was directing him on how and what to eat and wished she would stop. This was the boy she met by eating licorice wands with him, but he wasn’t as healthy and looked to weigh the same as his eleven year old counterpart. That might have been an exaggeration, but Evie didn’t care much.
Evie tucked some hair behind Sirius’ ear, taking in his full appearance as she barked out orders to keep eating. The tattoos that peaked out from the neckline angered her the most, though she was pretty sure they were supposed to be covered – she had just been rough with that jumper whenever she went in for a hug. They had no right being there seen or unseen, Sirius told her that she would design any tattoo he would get and she hadn’t designed a tattoo for him. Those wouldn’t be removed and the rest of the problems, his pallor and gaunt features, would all have to be fixed with time. Though, Evie would still go home and pour through all over her potions books for something that could help, nothing was coming to mind at the moment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Edward and felt guilty once more for not being more responsible. If she was thinking properly, she would know that she shouldn’t feel guilty, but Edward always made her want to be better then she was, a want heightened when her emotions were out of whack. “Brawd-- Sirius, I, no keep eating, but I have to know. I mean, you don’t have to say what happened, but I have to hear you say you are innocent or something. It doesn’t really matter if you aren’t, I guess, but I should know.” It felt even worse to say it out loud. “Got three kids now.” Evie smiled faintly, but detested having to tell him about her two youngest because he hadn’t gotten to meet them.
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date: September 17, 1994
tagged: Sirius Black, Edward Wenlock, Remus Lupin
words: 933 Words
lyrics: Fix You - Coldplay
notes: I'm sorry I went all girly on you there.... -sniffs-
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