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Remus glances at himself in the mirror and attempts to smile. The freshest scar over his lip pulls with the motion, reddened and aching, and the motion cuts short reflexively. The older one beneath his jawline doesn't hurt so much, but it itches, and a third on his cheek makes laughter a sore affair at best. All of them, quite recent. Without Black and James to help, his full moons had gone back to their prior violence. But the deal that has brought him back to Hogwarts includes regular doses of Wolfsbane, and that alone will help them heal, most likely.
The war is over with a bang. The Potters and Voldemort achieved a mutual kill; Godric's Hollow is a smoking crater. Sirius is in Azkaban. The Death Eaters are scattered. Dumbledore, looking to regroup, has offered to redeem two of his erstwhile soldiers at once; Snape, by producing a more effective, cheaper version of Wolfsbane, and Lupin, as his useful test subject. The process is expected to take years of testing and development, and in the meantime, he's to be housed at Hogwarts, holding the until-recently cursed position of DADA.
Test subject in two matters, then. Lupin looses a ghoulish chuckle. But then, with the Marauders shattered, it's not like he has much to lose anymore.
He fixes his collar and tie, gives up on trying to make the scars less obvious, and asks the mirror, "Well, am I serviceable at least?"
"Only lightly used, darling," the mirror replies, heavy with sympathy, and Lupin accepts that with a single-shoulder shrug. Clad in his best brown suit - somewhat shabby nonetheless - he opens the door to his room and heads out towards the faculty meet, where the professors make plans for the incoming school year.
The Great Hall has about two dozen professors already when he steps in, and McGonagall spots him as soon as he steps in, bustling over with a maternal grimace. "Good, you're here," she says, hands twitching to readjust his tie - Lupin dodges back with a faint chuckle and upraised hands. "We have about fifteen minutes before we're called to order, and then you'll introduce yourself. Most of us here still remember you, of course, but there's a handful of new professors. You'll see."
Lupin raises his eyebrows. "Charming. Are they - informed?"
"Part of the point of the meeting, Lupin," McGonagall says primly, and marches back off to assault Snape, looking quite dreary in one corner. Lupin shakes his head and scans the crowd.
The war is over with a bang. The Potters and Voldemort achieved a mutual kill; Godric's Hollow is a smoking crater. Sirius is in Azkaban. The Death Eaters are scattered. Dumbledore, looking to regroup, has offered to redeem two of his erstwhile soldiers at once; Snape, by producing a more effective, cheaper version of Wolfsbane, and Lupin, as his useful test subject. The process is expected to take years of testing and development, and in the meantime, he's to be housed at Hogwarts, holding the until-recently cursed position of DADA.
Test subject in two matters, then. Lupin looses a ghoulish chuckle. But then, with the Marauders shattered, it's not like he has much to lose anymore.
He fixes his collar and tie, gives up on trying to make the scars less obvious, and asks the mirror, "Well, am I serviceable at least?"
"Only lightly used, darling," the mirror replies, heavy with sympathy, and Lupin accepts that with a single-shoulder shrug. Clad in his best brown suit - somewhat shabby nonetheless - he opens the door to his room and heads out towards the faculty meet, where the professors make plans for the incoming school year.
The Great Hall has about two dozen professors already when he steps in, and McGonagall spots him as soon as he steps in, bustling over with a maternal grimace. "Good, you're here," she says, hands twitching to readjust his tie - Lupin dodges back with a faint chuckle and upraised hands. "We have about fifteen minutes before we're called to order, and then you'll introduce yourself. Most of us here still remember you, of course, but there's a handful of new professors. You'll see."
Lupin raises his eyebrows. "Charming. Are they - informed?"
"Part of the point of the meeting, Lupin," McGonagall says primly, and marches back off to assault Snape, looking quite dreary in one corner. Lupin shakes his head and scans the crowd.
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