ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʀᴀɪɴꜱ ☾ ʀᴇᴍᴜꜱ ʟᴜᴘɪɴ

It's Raining Elderly Ladies and Sticks!

May 1966. The Day We First Met. Pembrokeshire is a county in the south-west of Wales, it's busiest in the summer and you get all sorts of folk travelling between the best beaches or exploring the national park, there'd be American's failing to realise Wales isn't in England, Londoner's with their haughty attitude or Hippies from up north who're just looking for a good time by the sea.

Now Jo and Remus know this because they live in Tenby, a small seaside town in the south of Pembrokeshire. Arguably the most popular summer destination in the county, so they've seen their fair share of strange tourists. But six weeks of strangers could never take away the love they have for their town.

Tenby, also known as Dinbych-y-Pysgod (Little Fortress of the Fish), sat at a slight slant. With brightly coloured houses lining the harbour in layers, reaching up into mounds and greenery. It was a small town, though you wouldn't know it during summer, everyone knew everyone there. Well... they definitely didn't know much about the Lupin's other than Hope Howell-Lupin was a damn good singer, Lyall travelled between Wales and London, Romulus hardly showed his face and Remus even lesser so.

That was until the 25th of May 1966, when Tenby birthed the most mischievous duo the town had ever seen. They caused a right ruckus every day of the month except for the lunar peak, that night they'd be remarkably quiet and Josephine could be seen skipping rocks alone or sulking in her father's shop. And to believe that it all started with a bundle of kittens and a question.

Rain was pouring down — thick and cold — the month's full moon had passed and six year old Remus Lupin had been sat in the kitchen watching his mother bake, his arm bandaged tightly and in a sling. Hope Lupin had been humming along, absentmindedly, to a song on the Muggle radio she insisted on keeping in the house. Elvis Presley's smooth, moody voice rattling around the room.

Hope always said that Elvis Presley would be the only man she'd consider leaving his father for but Remus thought he seemed a bit too charismatic for him to feel comfortable having Elvis as his stepfather. There was a point where Remus was convinced it was going to happen and it wasn't until Lyall and Hope caught him writing a letter to Elvis Presley, warning him to stay away from his mam, that Remus realised his parents weren't actually splitting up.

He hadn't liked it whenever one of his songs would some up on the radio ever since the fiasco, but with the smell of carrot cake baking in the oven, Remus thought it best not to upset his mam and risk going to bed with no pudding. So he continued licking the wooden spoon, staring out the kitchen window in attempts to make time go faster by 'counting the rain drops.'

When the doorbell rang at exactly 3pm on the dot, Remus shot up, under the impression that his father was home from an exhausting trip in London. Despite his mother's warnings that called after him, little Remus sprang to open the door, cocking his head at the surprising sight of a young girl. She seemed no older than him, wearing very boyish shorts, jelly shoes and clutching a bundle of material to her chest.

"Hello." She said, shivering a little.

"Remus! Fy machgen! What have I told you about opening the door — oh, hello sosej." Hope rushed in front of her son, kneeling down to face the drenched little girl. "Come in dearie! mae hi'n bwrw hen wragedd a ffyn!"

"Sorry! I was out for a walk by the fields and I found a bunch of kittens so I wrapped 'em up in my jumper! I tried to take 'em home but my mam and tad aren't there and I locked myself out!" The little girl said plainly, oblivious to the sheer panic on Hope's face. "So I walked around for a bit and yous were the only house that opened the door!"

Hope shut the door behind her, "Bechod — we're a bit far up the mound — do you live near by sosej?" She leant back down to the girl. "Remus fetch some towels from the boiler cupboard, will you, chick?"