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neutral_omensDate: December 18, 1999
Setting: The Library, the Kitchens, and then the Library again, and then the Kitchens. Round and round we go...
Characters: Mostly private - Remus, Severus
Summary: Remus Lupin discovers who the chef is.
Remus Lupin had never been particularly outgoing. But, when he had motivation, like students, food, and more recently, money, he could be as forthright as he liked.
He was sitting, at this moment, in the library of Tadfield Manor, at some moment close to midnight, and trying to concentrate on a book of demons. There were a lot in this library - it appeared to be filled with Satanic books. He'd heard the words "Satanic nunnery" about, too, but he wasn't really sure why. Maybe someone could explain the medical books lying about.
His stomach rumbled for the 79th time.
Remus sighed and glanced at his watch. No one would be in the kitchens at this time, right? He closed his book and stood, stretching. He didn't like disturbing the chef's assistant at all, that pale, nervous boy. The last thing Wensleydale needed was a hungry werewolf lurking at his kitchen's doorstep.
He closed the book and set it back where he found it, then took his threadbare and patched cloak, wound it about himself, and set off for the kitchens.
Setting: The Library, the Kitchens, and then the Library again, and then the Kitchens. Round and round we go...
Characters: Mostly private - Remus, Severus
Summary: Remus Lupin discovers who the chef is.
Remus Lupin had never been particularly outgoing. But, when he had motivation, like students, food, and more recently, money, he could be as forthright as he liked.
He was sitting, at this moment, in the library of Tadfield Manor, at some moment close to midnight, and trying to concentrate on a book of demons. There were a lot in this library - it appeared to be filled with Satanic books. He'd heard the words "Satanic nunnery" about, too, but he wasn't really sure why. Maybe someone could explain the medical books lying about.
His stomach rumbled for the 79th time.
Remus sighed and glanced at his watch. No one would be in the kitchens at this time, right? He closed his book and stood, stretching. He didn't like disturbing the chef's assistant at all, that pale, nervous boy. The last thing Wensleydale needed was a hungry werewolf lurking at his kitchen's doorstep.
He closed the book and set it back where he found it, then took his threadbare and patched cloak, wound it about himself, and set off for the kitchens.
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