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Date: 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.

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"Hardly. Good little double agents don't make dramatic scenes on rooftops, or interfere when someone's being used as an example." Handing Remus one sandwich, he leaned again the counter with the other, staring at it to avoid having to look up.

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"Ah, thank you," Remus said gratefully, taking the sandwich. He smiled in bliss as he took his first bite.

"You cook well," he murmured, after finishing his sandwich in record time. "So, ah, is this a temporary truce? We both have jobs to be getting on with, and for once, we're not being asked to work together. Thank god," Remus said, laughing. He caught Snape's expression and winked. "Can cook as well as I brew potions, myself."

Remus stretched and grinned, relaxed now that he was somewhat fed. "Have you seen the library yet?"

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"Making a sandwich is hardly cooking," Severus replied crossly. "And as a matter of fact I haven't. I've just arrived, actually."

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"Well, it's a nice one. Nothing close to Hogwarts, of course, but it has some spell books. Doubt the Muggles knew what to do with them, but there you are." Remus yawned.

"You're good at making sandwiches, then. Could I possibly have another? I'll make it myself, if you want me to touch any of your tools. I've already warned you how disastrous I am in the kitchen."

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"It's my job," he said quietly. Busying himself fixing a sandwich was good. It gave him something else to look at. "I'll make a point of looking at it, then." Severus knew his voice sounded a little forced, stiff and a bit over-loud. "I haven't been able to read much lately."

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Remus smiled half-heartedly. "Really? That's surprising. After all, running away from the Death Eaters and the Wizarding World, beginning a new job as a chef, no less... One would think you had all the time in the world to read."

He glanced up at Severus again. "I know, I'm not cut out for sarcasm, Severus. You don't have to glare at me like that. May I please have my sandwich?"

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"Are you sure you wouldn't rather I made you several to take away with you? You've already made a point of saying how pleased you are not to be working with me, I'm sure you'd rather not spend unnecessary time in my presence."

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"I'd rather be in here than out there, most of the time. And you do have intelligent conversation, regardless of how you treat fellow employees. Besides, at this time of night, how many are awake to debate on the nature of the Wizarding World?" Remus offered him a smile, to show he wasn't completely hostile. This one was less mocking than the others.

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"The nature of it?" Raising an eyebrow, he leaned back against the counter. "Doesn't 'stagnant and corrupt' sum it up neatly?"

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Remus laughed, although it was not an entirely pleasant laugh. It appeared so, but not to anyone who knew him well. "I'd forgotten you have such a sense of humour, Severus."

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"Of course you did." He smiled grimly. "I'm sure it's far more comforting to think of me as entirely lacking in redeeming qualities and simple human attributes."

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"It does make life simpler," Remus replied cheekily, then sobered. "Severus, it is getting late. Thank you for the sandwiches, and perhaps I'll step in later. It seems your cooking tastes better than your potions, anyway." He couldn't help that last bit; memories of Wolfsbane and the horrid taste were forever scarred into his brain.