Settling In
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onewizardwolfpackThe house had clearly been lived in, and lived in well. Remus wondered by whom.
It had a porch, a proper one, that wrapped around its face to one side. It was elevated on posts that lattice work, some kind of woven plant fiber, that must have taken ages to make but hadn't been much maintained, going between them. It didn't look like the other huts on the island, or the houses he'd seen that people referred to as the estates. He supposed someone had built it themselves, over some time. It looked as though it had once been the one room, and the others had been added after. He didn't really need more than the one, but he wouldn't complain.
There were scratches in the wood floor, from the claws of some kind of canine. Multiple canines, it looked like. One or more extremely large ones, at that, and he wondered if that boded well or not. He would lean toward not.
Still, it was a place, away from all the people that filled up the compound, no neighbors particularly close by. It was nice than the flat he'd left behind, that was for damn sure.
Even if it didn't have any furniture.
He'd taken a few hours to sweep it out, even taking the broom to the corners and ceiling, which was all open space and thick beams. It was a bit miserable without any magic to take care of short cuts, but there was something nice about doing something so simple that nonetheless took up all of his thoughts. He used a wet towel to go over the floors and the windows and in the end, it was clean. He dropped the filthy towel into the emptied bucket the'd been using for the water, and leaned against the rail of the porch, to look out on what was, now, his view. It basically looked like the rest of the island, a lot of dark earth and heavy green jungle foliage. It was quiet, though, and he could appreciate that. He didn't straighten when he noticed the wolf mostly hidden in the thick ferns, though he was surprised it was there. Maybe it had been the one that had left the scars in the wood. Perhaps it was about to express its displeasure at Remus moving in, and he considered that this would be problematic, as all he had was a broom and a bucket to dissuade it from doing so, but after a moment it turn and ran, and only then did Remus realize the sheer size of it.
Bloody hell.
He turned back into the hut- the house, he supposed, really- and took mental stock. He needed a bed, some kind of dresser. Some clothing to put in said dresser. It was a strange feeling, moving in. He wasn't sure how he felt about it.
He wasn't sure how he felt about the island in general. All he really knew was, he had a week until he saw with his own eyes whether or not the curse had followed him there.
It had a porch, a proper one, that wrapped around its face to one side. It was elevated on posts that lattice work, some kind of woven plant fiber, that must have taken ages to make but hadn't been much maintained, going between them. It didn't look like the other huts on the island, or the houses he'd seen that people referred to as the estates. He supposed someone had built it themselves, over some time. It looked as though it had once been the one room, and the others had been added after. He didn't really need more than the one, but he wouldn't complain.
There were scratches in the wood floor, from the claws of some kind of canine. Multiple canines, it looked like. One or more extremely large ones, at that, and he wondered if that boded well or not. He would lean toward not.
Still, it was a place, away from all the people that filled up the compound, no neighbors particularly close by. It was nice than the flat he'd left behind, that was for damn sure.
Even if it didn't have any furniture.
He'd taken a few hours to sweep it out, even taking the broom to the corners and ceiling, which was all open space and thick beams. It was a bit miserable without any magic to take care of short cuts, but there was something nice about doing something so simple that nonetheless took up all of his thoughts. He used a wet towel to go over the floors and the windows and in the end, it was clean. He dropped the filthy towel into the emptied bucket the'd been using for the water, and leaned against the rail of the porch, to look out on what was, now, his view. It basically looked like the rest of the island, a lot of dark earth and heavy green jungle foliage. It was quiet, though, and he could appreciate that. He didn't straighten when he noticed the wolf mostly hidden in the thick ferns, though he was surprised it was there. Maybe it had been the one that had left the scars in the wood. Perhaps it was about to express its displeasure at Remus moving in, and he considered that this would be problematic, as all he had was a broom and a bucket to dissuade it from doing so, but after a moment it turn and ran, and only then did Remus realize the sheer size of it.
Bloody hell.
He turned back into the hut- the house, he supposed, really- and took mental stock. He needed a bed, some kind of dresser. Some clothing to put in said dresser. It was a strange feeling, moving in. He wasn't sure how he felt about it.
He wasn't sure how he felt about the island in general. All he really knew was, he had a week until he saw with his own eyes whether or not the curse had followed him there.
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Date: 2012-02-12 06:48 am (UTC)Deciding that there wasn't a point in shying from the matter, Hermione pressed on with a deep breath. "There are books, yes. About Harry's life. Seven of them in total, if I recall correctly, written by an author I've never heard of."
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Date: 2012-02-17 06:43 am (UTC)"The first few hours are a bit muddy, still. I haven't heard much more on the subject since then. ...bit disquieting, really," he murmured.
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Date: 2012-02-18 05:08 am (UTC)She wasn't sure that she had ever been more tempted to read the books than right then.
"I suppose... that no one wanted to overly scare or overwhelm you," she concluded with a soft nod. "Especially arriving from when you did, which I've heard vaguely about, but I haven't— I haven't pressed for that many details, it doesn't feel like my place. But if you want to know more, I think you deserve to know and I'd be willing to explain, it's just— complicated, naturally."
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Date: 2012-02-19 01:31 am (UTC)"Well, I am neither scared nor overwhelmed." Took a bit more than books, these days, no matter how revealing they might have been. They were about Harry's life, not his own, and he was still somewhat skeptical as to how much that meant he could possibly feature in them.
"I would ask you questions, but I... honestly can't think of where to begin. Or what I would want to know, precisely."
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Date: 2012-02-19 10:01 pm (UTC)(But when did a war really end? The core problems weren't solved. The mentality which told them that there was a difference between those of Muggle birth and pureblood heritage still existed. Neither side trusted the other on the whole. In that sense, the war was never over.)
"Truth be told," she began, pressing her palm to her opposite forearm, "when I first arrived, I was adamant that none of us be told anything beyond what we knew already from home. I feared that the knowledge would somehow make its way back and change the course of history. It's hard to fight that habit, even now."
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Date: 2012-02-24 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 10:06 am (UTC)The fear of that possibility was greater than Hermione wanted to admit.
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Date: 2012-03-02 06:28 am (UTC)That was almost a nice thought. If Sirius had been there so long, maybe it meant there was a world where things had gone differently. His natural inclination was to think not, however. He thoughtfully chewed another bite of croissant.
"So you haven't read them. The books. Has Harry?"
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Date: 2012-03-03 05:55 am (UTC)Rubbing at the back of her neck and waving absently to shoo some bugs away, Hermione shrugged a shoulder.
"It's a bit strange, isn't it? I read plenty of books about Harry before I'd even started at Hogwarts, but these books are supposedly written so closely to his perspective. I'm not sure I would be comfortable reading it, and I can definitely understand Harry's reservations. We haven't had good run-ins with writers so far."