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Tea with Remus
Not complete. To be continued.
It was afternoon, and time for tea. Not that Sirius was a slave to the late afternoon tradition. He was sitting up in his bed, propped up on a pile of pillows, reading and occaisionally glancing out of the window at the dreary weather outside. He took off his reading specs, and rubbed at his eyes with his fingertips. A heavy sigh followed, then when he pulled his hand back down he put the book aside, and leaned farther back. He was still numb pretty much from the waist down, and quite weak feeling. How long will this last? he thought to himself.
Remus had been moved to the Gate House. He had remained there for the past couple of days. Today, however, he had made himself Scones, tea, and some butter rolls. He debated a long half hour whether he should go and offer Sirius some, since Sirius was alone in the house. The inner debate was still going strong when he went to the Main house, and asked a House Elf to lead him to where Sirius was at the moment. He carried a small basket, and a thermos.
A heavy sigh again, then another. Sirius was passing the time listening to them. There was nothing else to do. He was wandless, crippled and alone. "And I thought Azkaban was bad!" he called out to the empty room, then growled to himself. He looked over at his book again, not interested. Next to him on a small table was his journal and a quill and some ink. He sneered, he didn't feel like writing either. "I could use a good shag right about now..." he called out, then glanced down at the bumps under the blankets that were his legs. What good would a shag do him? Severus was gone, status of their relationship in limbo, and plus, he was numb from the hips down still. With a groan, he rolled onto his side, and stared out the window. "I wish it would rain and storm... THAT would be something to watch at least..."
Remus had reached the door, shortly after the "Azkaban" line, a smile crossed his face, and a quiet laugh escaping his lips before he knocked upon the door quietly. He shifted the basket to his left hand, and tucked the thermos under his left arm. His right hand tucked back a bit of his hair that had flopped over his amber eyes. He waited quietly to be addressed, his gaze shifting to look at the door knob; almost as if it would bite him.
Sirius' head came up from where it was resting on his arms, and he looked over at the door curiously. "Who goes?" he called out in a low growl. He knew it wouldn't be Severus, he would have felt his arrival via the Ouroboros. He blinked slowly, and waited to see who it was. A House Elf most likely.
"Only Me...." His voice was gentle, and dulled behind the door. He cleared his throat, fully expecting to be yelled at to go away. "I brought some tea, scones and butter rolls if you want them....." He couldn't hide the smile in his voice. He shifted his weight slightly, pressing his free hand against the frame of the door for balance.
Sirius blinked, and with a grunt and much straining, sat himself up again. He paused, thinking. Remus? What the Hell is he doing in here? He sat there for a moment pondering the wisdom of inviting him in, Hell, even talking to him after what had occured. "Come in." he called out a moment later. Lonliness was overriding his anger at the moment.
Remus pushed the door open slowly, and smiled, before he pushed it to, but left it open a bit. Was it a sort of showing that he wasn't here to do damage? He held up the thermos and the basket. "Are you hu- " His voice was cut off, and he stopped abruptly at the sight of him, a several emotions passing over his face: Panic. Fear. Love. Hatered. He finally settled on one: Concern. He moved forward once more, setting the thermos and basket down on the bedside table. "Are you alright, Padfoot, my friend?"
Sirius was watching him closely as he entered, assessing his every move and emotion. He read his eyes, and when they fell onto his neck and the marks left there by Severus and his Ouroboros, he reached a hand up to pull his hair around to the front, and the collar of his gown up as well. "I am well enough, considering." he said in a slightly gruff voice. He sounded slightly hoarse, like his throat was sore. Which, by the looks of it n the outside, how could it be not?
Remus nodded. He didn't want to pry any further. His amber eyes drifted to the thermos and basket. "I'm not as good as a chef as you are, but I thought since Severus was away, you might want the company...even if my company isn't much to offer...." He paused and thought a moment. "Is there anything else I can get or do for you while I'm up here?" He smiled, looking towards Sirius, after he had pushed the cloth away that had covered the scones and butter rolls.
Sirius moved his gazee to the offered pastries, and after a moments consideration, he reached into the basket and selected one of each. He took a massive bite from the scone first, and chewed it thoughtfully while looking at Remus. "Not bad." he said with a small flash of smile, then scarfed the rest of the scone down and then started on the rolls. "What's in the pot?" he asked, indicating the thermos with a lift of his chin.
"ahh...Blackberry tea" Remus said with a chuckle and smile. He hesitated a moment, and sat. "I'm glad you like it....'less you're lying to me..." He quirked an eyebrow with a grin. He crossed his legs loosely. "Do you want some?"
Sirius watched him for a moment, still keeping his expression calm, neutral. "If you please Remus. I am always up for some tea..." he said softly, then glanced out the window as thunder rumbled overhead. "We are in for a storm tonight...." he mused.
Remus nodded, and plucked up the thermos, pouring a bit into the cup, and setting it carefully down on the table, followed by the thermos next to it. "In deed. I could smell it when I walked over from the Gate House...." Remus winced, put his hand on his stomach and looked out the window. "Errrgh....damn PMS..." He mused, with a bright smile. "I always loved a good storm though..."
Sirius drank from the tea, wishing for cream and sugar, but it was not a major want. He could see the effects of the coming change on Remus, and for just the flash of a moment, he pitied him. When he swallowed the tea and felt the pain in his throat again, the sympathy quickly vanished. "Settled in to the Gate House are you?" he asked, "Does it meet all of your needs?" he further inquired, and popped another scone into his mouth.
Remus nodded. "It has too much I think.." He chuckled softly, shifting with a wince. "I keep myself to the lower floor....I fancy sleeping infront of the fireplace...." Remus looked to the thermos and the cup and thought a moment. "I forgot the sugar didn't I? Knew I missed something..."
Sirius shook his head. "It's alright... I will survive." he said with a pained grin, and glanced at the rain now striking the window, a real cloud burst. "Sorry if we kept you awake the other night," he said drolly, meaning the night of the dinner, and the fight.
Remus blinked, and looked over to Sirius. "Oh...well...I....fought the urge to come and see what was wrong, and just...played...I haven't slept very much the past few nights...." Remus brushed back a few strands of his hair and bit his lip. "I apologize for before dinner the other night. I...wasn't acting myself, and I was feeling terribly nervous and ill....I keep telling myself I'm getting in the way...."
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