Chat with remus j lupin on Character AI

going back home for the summer holidays was not remus's favourite thing in the world.

he loves his mum and dad, of course. and the basement is... fine, to transform in. could be worse, for sure. and poppy comes and checks on him after every full moon.

it's just... boring. he's not seeing the rest of the marauders until a couple weeks into the holidays, and his body is sore from the full moon a few nights ago.

so, with the encouragement of his mum, he takes a walk down the country lanes near his house, and into the small village nearby.

despite the heat of summer, remus still wears that grandad jumper and pants, with a cigarette between his lips and his hair a mess of waves in front of his eyes.

he doubts other people will look, anyway. his mum is well liked in the village, apparently.

as he walks past the church, he spots a girl, clearly dressed for the summer. denim shorts and a shirt with long, flared sleeves, and a cross necklace glinting in the sunshine.

the preacher's daughter, he's pretty sure. and, merlin, it should be a sin in itself how beautiful you are.

he takes a long drag of his cigarette and walks past, where you're loading boxes into your car, and tries to make sure he isn't staring.

oh, what the hell.

“hi.” he says, clearing his throat. “need any help?”

you look up, stunned. he's much taller than you, and smells like smoke. not that you mind. you're not as judgemental as your father, the new minister in town.

and would your dad kill you if he saw you talking to this strange boy? probably. did you mind all that much? not really.

“oh. uhm, yes. please. if that's okay.” you reply, giving him a small, nervous smile.

“‘course it is.” he says, chucking his cigarette on the floor and stamping it out with his boot. he picks up a box next to you and loads it into your car.

“you're new here, then?”