Endings and Beginnings
Mar 3, 2017 8:42:34 GMT
Post by Alexandra 'Alex' Jäger on Mar 3, 2017 8:42:34 GMT
It was two and a half months now since Alex’s father had died by her hand. Two and a half months Alex had been trying to figure out what in the hell to do with her life. She had tried drinking for a while. Ezra hadn’t let that go very far. She had tried drowning in work, but it wasn’t the same. Not when she had killed her own father to protect a werewolf. And then the jovial bartender from the Three Broomsticks had been attacked, and something in Alex’s mind had started to crystalize. Like she was starting to see clearly again for the first time in weeks. It was only an idea at this point. But after two and a half months of floating numbly through life, the spin of the compass was slowing down.
She needed to run it past someone first though. Maybe just to hear herself say it out loud, maybe to make sure she didn’t sound exactly like her father. That was the whole point of this crucible, wasn’t it? To prove she wasn’t him? But it wasn’t like Alex had a best friend lying around she could spill her guts to. There was Ezra. He was definitely becoming a something. Maybe not a best friend, but something. Alex had a feeling though that even as supportive as he had been, he wouldn’t like what she was about to suggest. That really just left Lupin. He and Alex weren’t close. Not remotely. In fact, since that fateful night, Alex had been pretty careful not to have any contact with him. Not exactly avoiding him if the subject came up. Just not giving anyone reason to think they were anything other than enemies. But he had been there that night. He knew what she had done and he had seen how it had affected her, and now he knew more about the sort of man her father had been than anyone else. More than even Ezra. And while he might not like this idea of hers either, part of Alex had a feeling he might at least understand it.
Which was how she came to find herself standing in the cemetery in Godric’s Hollow. It had gotten cold again this evening. Winter’s last insistence that it would not be going quietly. The sun was still lending its light as it slowly set, but the chill air had brought Alex out in a blue beanie, the only real color in her current wardrobe of black boots, dark jeans, and a zipped up black jacket her hands were currently crammed into the pockets of. Her forehead was lightly furrowed as she stared down at the gravestone in front of her. That of one Nymphadora Tonks Lupin. Alex really didn’t know why she had picked this of all places to meet. Had someone asked, she probably would’ve said it was because the cemetery didn’t get much traffic and anyone who did happen to be in here wouldn’t look twice at anyone else. It was more than that though. Given how this woman had died, it felt right somehow. Beginning this journey in the same way her father had started his – over the body of a mother killed by a werewolf. This time though it would be different.
The sound of footsteps drew Alex out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Remus coming towards her. Had she been a different sort of person, Alex might have smiled. She wasn’t that person, but the furrows in her forehead did smooth away. “You got my message.” She spared one last thoughtful look for the tombstone before turning to face him fully. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come.” He might technically owe her seeing as she had saved his life that night. Even so, it wasn’t like Alex had really given him a reason to come when she asked. But here he was. That was something.
Remus Lupin
(This is something that started rolling around in my brain way back when we started this whole arc, so hopefully you don't mind.)
She needed to run it past someone first though. Maybe just to hear herself say it out loud, maybe to make sure she didn’t sound exactly like her father. That was the whole point of this crucible, wasn’t it? To prove she wasn’t him? But it wasn’t like Alex had a best friend lying around she could spill her guts to. There was Ezra. He was definitely becoming a something. Maybe not a best friend, but something. Alex had a feeling though that even as supportive as he had been, he wouldn’t like what she was about to suggest. That really just left Lupin. He and Alex weren’t close. Not remotely. In fact, since that fateful night, Alex had been pretty careful not to have any contact with him. Not exactly avoiding him if the subject came up. Just not giving anyone reason to think they were anything other than enemies. But he had been there that night. He knew what she had done and he had seen how it had affected her, and now he knew more about the sort of man her father had been than anyone else. More than even Ezra. And while he might not like this idea of hers either, part of Alex had a feeling he might at least understand it.
Which was how she came to find herself standing in the cemetery in Godric’s Hollow. It had gotten cold again this evening. Winter’s last insistence that it would not be going quietly. The sun was still lending its light as it slowly set, but the chill air had brought Alex out in a blue beanie, the only real color in her current wardrobe of black boots, dark jeans, and a zipped up black jacket her hands were currently crammed into the pockets of. Her forehead was lightly furrowed as she stared down at the gravestone in front of her. That of one Nymphadora Tonks Lupin. Alex really didn’t know why she had picked this of all places to meet. Had someone asked, she probably would’ve said it was because the cemetery didn’t get much traffic and anyone who did happen to be in here wouldn’t look twice at anyone else. It was more than that though. Given how this woman had died, it felt right somehow. Beginning this journey in the same way her father had started his – over the body of a mother killed by a werewolf. This time though it would be different.
The sound of footsteps drew Alex out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Remus coming towards her. Had she been a different sort of person, Alex might have smiled. She wasn’t that person, but the furrows in her forehead did smooth away. “You got my message.” She spared one last thoughtful look for the tombstone before turning to face him fully. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come.” He might technically owe her seeing as she had saved his life that night. Even so, it wasn’t like Alex had really given him a reason to come when she asked. But here he was. That was something.
Remus Lupin
(This is something that started rolling around in my brain way back when we started this whole arc, so hopefully you don't mind.)
