𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 ✭ascendance to power

02- an unexpected greet

Remus put his hand forward, returning the handshake. Both let out inaudible gasps as they felt a similar sort of shock-ish feeling pass through their body, but neither of them said anything about it as they released the hold.

"I don't think it's clever to apparate in a bar filled with people..muggles especially" Remus suggestively spoke up.

Aaliyah chuckled, "I wasn't thinking about it, I just have a really bad experience with apparition"

"Let me guess you got splinched?"

"Terribly" Aaliyah retorted, "So I'm taking the next train out of this place."

Remus just let his brows furrow a bit, his facial expression threading the strings of his calm and laid-back sarcasm, feigning a look of hurt at her words, but the brunette knew very well that he meant good intent. 

"I didn't-" she chuckled. "I didn't mean it like that. I love the place, really. You could say that I'm just a bit on edge at the moment." 

Remus nodded softly with a warm understanding smile. 

 "Do you live around here?" she couldn't help but ask him that as it had been too long ago that she had read the books, she was a little rusty on details as such. And Severus didn't find it ideal that she had her head buried in the glimmering liquids of either his or Dumbledore's pensive just to remember the past, the words on the book she had read. . . to be more precise. 

"I do actually, just came out on an early morning stroll-"

"to a bar?" Aaliyah raised an eyebrow.

"Well it was a good thing wasn't it, if I hadn't then I wouldn't have bumped into you," Remus said suggestively. His words were of friendly intent, but you could catch the lingering spark of flirtatiousness and a Remus Lupin charm in it.

He chewed the inside of his lip a bit, trying to build up the courage. The silver lines of his fading scars trembled through the bottom of his jaw to the start of his left collar-bone, something the witch couldn't quite not stare at, not from the wonderment but due to this slight dropping feeling of pitied pit and hurt she felt in her stomach, knowing exactly how much he'd have to suffer most of his life. His tall and lean figure bent a bit as he leaned on the doorway of the bar. 

Aaliyah couldn't help but feel this weird sensation swirling through her. It was a mix of adrenaline and a fluid-ish feeling, the ones she would usually feel when she looked at the fireworks in the skies, or the times when she would gawk at her fantasy crushes on the tv by her sweet abode's hall. He looked exactly how she'd imagined he'd look. Gentle, golden and absolutely dashing, but that was highly from a child's point of view. But she wasn't a child anymore. To her he looked absolutely majestic. The way he was leaning against the doorway, made her head spin a bit, and the thought of how he'd look if he was in a Gryffindor uniform with a bunch of rolled up sleeves didn't help her unruling thoughts whatsoever. 

"Are you alright?" his sweet silkish voice broke her out of her thoughts, as the commotion of the bar soon tuned back into her ears and that was enough to bring her out of her thoughts,  as she blinked at him, once, twice. He was currently leaning forward a bit, in attempt to catch her eyes, as he kept his back pressed to the wall near the  door. The transparent glass of the bardoor reflecting the sun's warmth on him.  His softened brows crinkled at her in a showcase of slight worry and his eyes sparkled like the sun on the glimmering waters during dusk. 

"Yeah. . .yeah. . .w-what?" Aaliyah asked with a bit of stutter as she too leaned forward a bit, folding her hands on her chest awkwardly, only now realising that the man had been speaking. 

"I said, if its okay with you, I'd like to show you around the place until the next train?" he asked in his soothing tone.  

"I'd like that Mr. Lupin" she said with a faint smirk on her lips. But as soon as the words escaped her mouth, she screamt, internally if that was even humanly possible, utterly in disgust with herself for sounding so goddamn corny. But it seemed as though the majestic of a man she had met, seemed to even make the menial things in life sound dreamy, as he spoke with a soft smirk, "Please, call me Remus"