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19 August 1978
Niagara Falls


This was far from what Dorcas was expecting and yet part of her, the part of her that she listened to very little (but should've been listening to all along) wondered where it was her surprise came from. There the brunette sat upon her bed, similar to how a young child would after being grounded for saying out too late. She sat alone in her single hotel room kicking herself harshly for even agreeing to go to New York to begin with. Her realized mistake was triggered by the sudden realization not too long before that she was locked in that very hotel room. L-o-c-k-e-d. Trapped. Like a bloody prisoner. What fun that was. All she wanted was to go home again, and even worried for her mum and brother. She never did well with waiting, nor patience for that matter, so Dorcas knew not how long she'd been sitting there, awaiting what would next befall her, for to Dorcas, seconds of waiting felt like hours.

There was the sound of a click that originated from the single door leading to the hallway. The doorknob turned and it opened, to reveal a gray suited hotel worker. He held the door open while a taller broad shouldered man wearing a set of dark oversized sunglasses came in, and nodded so the Hotel worker closed the door behind them, locking the door. Rodolphus Lestrange was dressed in an even more expensive suit than he had ever worn before, and looked rather strange wearing sunglasses indoors. As he stepped in further, it was obvious there was a purplish tinted bruise on the left hand side of his lips. "Hullo love," he said in a rather dark voice.
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August 19, 1978
early morning
Hogsmeade, Avery's cottage
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Severus heard that exhale from Varian, but didn't pay it any mind at the moment, too preoccupied with what Frank was saying to really pay attention. Everything the man said made sense, and just confirmed to him that the Ministry was really running around with their heads up their collective arses.

Mind, he wasn't sure how 'good' or 'bad' his fellow Death Eaters were, for the most part, but still...

"I don't really know what to say to any of that, mate," Severus confessed quietly, glad of the fact all the tattoos on his arms masked the Mark. "I mean, who's to say that the Aurors are all 'good guys' anyway? From what you just said, they seem like uptight, brainwashed, conformist beauroc- what is it?" Frowning hard at Frank's reaction, thinking it had something to do with maybe what he said, Severus glanced down, and then to the side at Varian, more to check on him than anything.. and for the first time noticed that he was at least half awake.

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19-20 August 1978
Lupin home

It was nearing sunset, and Remus couldn't take the shakes and chills anymore. He'd spent the entire day inside, trying to keep himself occupied and warm, despite the heat - the pre-change chills always were the worst. But now, he only had minutes, if that to wait, and he rose from his spot on the couch, ignoring the sound of the doorbell in favour of wrapping his blanket around his bare shoulders even more and making his way into his bedroom, locking the door behind him and kicking out of the pajama bottoms he'd been wearing all day. Pulling himself over to the one side of the room, he crawled into what could essentially be called a cage: a section of the room that had been walled off and reinforced, stripped of any valuable possessions save for a few things for him to mess around with once he'd transformed, and completely isolated from any chance of getting out. Sliding down to the floor against the door, he shivered uncontrollably, and set to waiting for the change to begin. just concentrating on controlling his breathing.

Caradoc continued to press his thumb against the doorbell, hitting it several times (if almost obnoxiously) until the door flew open. There a rather busy and disheveled looking man looked down at him. "Hi..." Caradoc said, presenting his stack of books. The man, Remus's father, looked very busy and very eager to do something. "I wanted to give these to Remus-"

"He's sick," the father interrupted him. "And I'm very busy, so you can go-"
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12:05 am

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Late Afternoon, after leaving the store

Caradoc Dearborn attempted to run down the sidewalk carrying one large framed poster wrapped in brown paper, and keeping another bag of book under his arm. His running slowed shortly after to a brisk walk. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to make sense of everything. In a few short minutes he had absorbed a year's worth of information. She was there, still in London. She had her own flat...she was asking about him...she was still drinking...

He picked up his pace and trotted across the next street, and turned the corner. He was still a good twenty five minutes away. He gave up and hailed a taxi.

Shoved between the framed poster and the door, Caradoc watched as the buildings wizzed by as the taxi brought him closer to his oldest best friend's home. he wasn't even thinking of how'd she react to him showing up. Or to just him.