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𝗠𝗿𝘀.𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗻

TW- Sensitive topics such as eating disorders

Remus Lupin lived in a small house one hour away from Silmond. Silmond was two hours away from London. Everyday Remus would get up in the morning not knowing exactly what day it was. He would scurry through his brain trying to remember where he was working today. If he was at Hanks Repairs yesterday, today he would be working at the museum hall today. He would take a sip of the beer bottle sitting on his counter since yesterday. He didn't remember much after that just the drain on the old TV untill he left for work. Remus would drive his small rusty car till Silmond. Then he would take the bus to London. When he worked his janitor days he worse a dirty denim suit with the patch that said Lenny. He wasn't sure if anyone even knew his actual name. Even at times he would call himself Lenny. He would sweep, mop, wipe, sweep, mop, wipe. Then he would take the bus back to Silmond and drive back to his small little house. Remus would carelessly park the car and stumble inside. Back on the creaky couch with a bottle of beer. Untill the next day came. Everyday the same thing.

"Remus dear!", a small elderly voice called out.

Remus having no energy to get up yelled back knowing who the voice belonged to. "Let yourself in."

The small old lady Mrs.Davidson, a close friend of his parents let herself in. She was the one who rented the place to him. Mrs.Davidson would stop by twice a month, once for Remus to pay the fees and the other to bring him a meal. Today she came for the fees.

Remus grumbled as he got up, while Mrs.Davidson stood there patiently. He yanked open a drawer and pulled some money.

"Is this enough?", he asked impatiently.

Mrs.Davidson flipped through the money. " Ah yes it is dear and here I brought you a little something."
She held out a container with a pungent aroma.

Remus wanted to say thank you, he really did, but he just couldn't.

The old lady left soon after her car leaving away smoothly.

Remus yanked open the container knowing what it would be. Fish and picked onions, sometimes crackers. Remus never had an appetite anymore, he would try to shove something down his through but it often came back right out. He was frail and weak with barely anything in his diet. Full Moons were the only thing that kept his physique healthy.

He picked up a probably not washed fork and the wrong type of knife and cut up the fish. He tried putting it into his mouth only to spit it back out. He tried again with the onions this time. He managed to swallow it this time and uneasy feeling settling over him.

He wished Sirius was here. And James and Peter. Even Lily and baby Harry. James would help him eat, while Sirius would hold his hand. Peter would make him laugh just by being himself. He missed them. Tears started flowing down his cheeks. Remus sobbed loudly, knowing nobody would hear him. Because he was all alone.

OKAY SO THAT WAS V BAD BUT IM TRYING TO IMPROVE