The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

The Wind Blows

July 1993:

Used to disappointment and rejection, Remus was not surprised when he showed up to work at the little book shop one morning, to his new boss telling him he had been let go.

His dear neighbour had passed a few weeks earlier, and her son had taken over the small business. The man was nice, though kindly explained that he couldn't employ someone who could only work 3 weeks out of a month.

Truthfully, Remus wasn't that upset anyways. This little book shop had kept him safe for over a decade, though Remus was grateful, he had outgrown the dusty shelves and leather bound books.

Instead of drowning in his sorrows alone in his home, Remus decided to treat himself to a celebratory drink, and found himself making his way to three broomsticks.

The sun was out and bright. Remus did truthfully not need the money, maybe this was a sign from the universe.

Wandering into the old punch, was like wandeing into a time machine, or an old library.

The booths hadn't changed since his Hogwarts day, the leather still the same, and he was certain of he wandered up to the worn black seats they would still hold the scents of his friends.

He could almost still hear them all. Aveline throwing her head back as she smacked Sirius in the shoulder, James giggling over his butter beer mustache.

How had his life come to this?

He say down at the bar, ordered a butter beer and fire whiskey from the bartender who looked about ten years younger than him.

The first sips, and the smell of this dusty pub, took him back, and suddenly he was certain he smell the fruity scent of Aveline's perfume.

"Drinking away your sorrows?"

The voice that hit his ears was a very familiar one, though one he hadn't heard in quite some time. Old, wise and slight playfulness to it, just like the man it came from.

Remus was aware as the man slid into the seat next to him.

"Professor Dumbledore Sir," Remus greeted, his eyes scanning over his familiar wrinkled face and bright blue eyes.

He hadn't aged a day.

"Please Remus," the man spoke, drumming a finger on the table infront of him. "You're not a boy anymore, call me Albus."

The bartender made his way over to Dumbledore, who ordered a butter beer with extra butter, extra beer and extra whipped topping.

For a few moments they sat in silence, Albus drumming his fingers on the table while Remus sipper his drink.

It wasn't until Dumbledore took his first sip of butterbeer did the old man speak again.

"How have you been Remus? I heard through the grape vine you've recently been let go from your job at that quaint bookstore. Lovely little place, was it not?" Dumbledore said, his tone happy with a hint of something Remus couldn't quite place.

He eyed the man, turning his body ever so slightly to face.

Heard through the grape vine? It hadn't even been an hour since Remus had been let go, and he had yet to inform any of his friends of it.

"Yes," Remus answered— confused. "Yes I have been let go."

"Ah the endless push and pull of life's wind. Always keeps things excited does it not?"

Remus wasn't sure exactly what any of that meant, so he merely shrugged in agreement and downed the rest of his drink.

"Speaking of the push and pull of life's winds," Dumbledore continued, "Sirius Black escaped from prison last night."