RP: Waiting out the Storm

[tt_ginny]

Date: 18 March 2002, Mid-morning
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin
Setting: Her home
Content: TBD
Status: Private : Complete



With the storm rolling in, Ginny had stocked up on all the essentials at the marketplace yesterday. Her plan was to stay home and catch up on research for the work she wanted to do with Remus Lupin. She wasn't scheduled on shift for the next two days, so she could also do some more reading on Muggle techniques if she needed a change of pace.

The wind was pushing rain against her windows when she woke that morning, and Ginny went around to make sure all her windows were closed and secured before taking a shower. Since she had no plans to go out, Ginny dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, padding barefoot into the kitchen to get some cool water. A flick of her wand lit the scented candle in the living room and summoned the television control, which turned the viewing box on. Ginny scrolled through the program listing for the day, finding an old movie that she'd found since getting the viewing box - The Hunt for Red October.

Flopping on her sofa, Ginny brought up her notes and began reviewing them to refresh her memory of what she knew of werewolves. Outside, the wind was picking up speed, battering the windows with fat drops of rain and leaves from the trees around her home. She glanced up, over to the window closest, and winced. Charlie had said he was going to the pub that morning for a while and would either ride out the storm there or come home. Ginny went back to reading.

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[tt_ginny]

"I wouldn't either," she agreed, glancing to where the wind and rain were battering the windows with leaves, branches, and other debris. Charlie had reinforced the wards this morning so she wasn't worried about something flying through the glass. "Charlie? My brothers aren't the ones who still treat me like a child."

Pausing, Gin realized that the little gaps of silence weren't uncomfortable. "I saw that Tonks is here. Back, I mean. I haven't seen her yet. Have you?"

[tt_remus]

"My apologies," Remus said, taking another drink of his tea. He sat back on the couch, sinking into it. A nice way to pass the time during horrible weather.

"I met her, yes. Apparently no one told her all the facts. She was quite shaken up. She's a nice young woman. I felt it odd that I tell her everything when I presently have no knowledge of her. I directed her to the datapad information - partially where I got my information." Once again, Remus felt wordy. He figured that Ginny brought it out in him. "She seemed eager, you could say, to meet with Sirius again. Were they close?"

[tt_ginny]

"I can't imagine what that must be like, honestly. The closest experience is with yourself, and you took it pretty well, given everything," Ginny pointed out, offering a gentle smile she hoped would take the edge off that memory.

"I'm not surprised. They're cousins, you know. Well, closer cousins then say myself and Sirius, though we are, through mum's side of the family," she answered, nodding. "They were close after he escaped from Azkaban."

[tt_remus]

Remus shrugged, "I saw the whole thing as a positive. For one thing, I won't die in a few short years. There's no Voldemort. Not a lot of prejudice here so far. Two of my closest friends are back from the dead. All that outweighs any of the negative. Whereas with Tonks, she learned her dad had been killed and that really hurt her the most."

Remus thought over something for a moment, "I guess knowing Sirius was innocent and is a free man is a positive for me as well. What was it like to voluntarily come through?"

[tt_ginny]

"Well, you won't die if you take the warnings more to heart," she teased. "And I daresay if you don't go hiking up the side of the volcano's, either. Yeah, I can see how that would be really hard for her. I remember what it was like, to bury... Fred." She paused, pushing back the sorrow. "I'll text her after the storm, see how she's doing."

Ginny took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, thinking back on the day when she found out what was really going on. "I was still in training, when I was told about the lottery. Just one mental day running into another, and then to be told the prolonged cold was the start of another ice age. I don't think I took it as well as I'd like to have."

"Everything was a bit of a blur. Mum and dad needed help sorting everything at the Burrow, and I was still training. By the time the day arrived, well, it was... frightening but exciting, too. The worst part was having to walk into the Veil - after seeing Sirius lost into it - it was absolutely dreadful to even be near it. Then, stepping in, it was... like a cross between apparating and Flooing, except it took so long to end. Then the heat and air and the forest, it was all so rich."

[tt_remus]

Remus grinned, "Hiking up the side of a volcano was this weekends plans. Ruining my fun again," he teased back.

He tried to picture the cross between apparating and Flooing. It didn't sound fun and he made a slight face. "Did all of you come together - your parents, your brothers, and yourself? Have you heard from anyone over there about how it is now?" That seemed like such a fascinating study more than werewolves.

[tt_ginny]

"Just doing my duty, good sir," Ginny flashed back with a big grin.

"Mum and dad had to help Aunt Muriel get packed. So, I came on my own. Kingsley came out to the clearing to get me since Charlie was dealing with a fussy dragon," she answered, shrugging at the end. The only part that had bothered her was the Veil. It had been amazing to stand in the clearing.

"The only person I can talk to over there is Harry and he hasn't been messaging," Ginny admitted softly.

[tt_remus]

Remus frowned, "I'm sorry to hear that about Harry. ...your Aunt Muriel is still around? Sweet Merlin. I remember meeting her years ago. She's a feisty one for sure."

Remus decided that talking about Harry was probably not a good thing. "I talked to Bill and Sirius about the study. There's an island I can use, and for additional security, Sirius said he could run around with me. It shouldn't skew the results."

[tt_ginny]

"She is. She's over on Three and as feisty as ever," she chuckled, shaking her head. Ginny herself didn't spend a lot of time with her for various reasons not the least of which was she didn't want to explain yet again why she wasn't married yet.

"Are you getting peckish? I can start lunch," Ginny asked, setting her empty tea cup down on the sofa table. "Oh yes, the islands. I'd forgotten about those. One of those would be fantastic. We can pitch camp on one of the adjacent ones. I'll text Sirius about it, then. You're all right with it, then, my observing?"

[tt_remus]

"I can help you with lunch, please? Even if it's just setting the table." Remus said to her, he didn't want to seem useless or like he was mooching. "I trust Sirius, and James, to help keep you safe. Being on my own island should be safe in and of itself."

He was looking forward to the research, actually. It had been so long since he had just run around free. Of course, he hated the losing of his own mind.

"I just hope I don't attack some poor little rabbit. You may think bad of me."

[tt_ginny]

"Oh, sure! Like I said, make yourself at home," she answered, standing, giving the edge of her shorts a small, absent tug before circling the sofa and heading toward the kitchen. "I was thinking of something simple like bangers and mash or sandwiches."

"It should, yes. Unless werewolves can swim, which I don't think I've read anything about. Do you recall anything like that? Pardon, I don't know how much of what happens you actually remember," Ginny apologized swiftly, blushing lightly. "Remus, as long as you don't attack me, I won't be thinking badly of you."

[tt_remus]

Remus smiled, "Either of those is fine," he said and thought about his memories. "Well, I guess they could swim if absolutely necessary. At school, I was in the Shrieking Shack and Forbidden Forest, no need to go to the lake."

"I honestly don't have many memories when I transform like that. The quick change is kind of like dealing with an elderly muggle who has dementia. While sometimes they are present with their thoughts, most of their thoughts are elsewhere." Remus couldn't really explain it properly. He knew the werewolves mind was essentially gone of any human thought and control.