Liz let out a breath, glad to be away from the crowd and the loud music as they ducked into an empty room. What kind of room had a wall of books? At least Remus would like that. Her obsession about coming to the party had caused her to forget how claustrophobic crowds made her these days, but she put on a brave face for her date, as she had literally dragged him through every step of the way to this night. Forcing Remus to RSVP, making him try on dress robes,
buying him said dress robes, showering, shaving, combing his hair,
dressing him, and then not letting go of his hand the entire night.
"I'm taking this dumb
mask off," she said, sputtering as the feathers got caught on her lips. Liz tossed it away onto a side table, and dropped down to the couch, pulling Remus down with her.
She'd decided, these past few months, that she was going to keep Remus Lupin in her life. Liz had at first only attempted contact through owls and journal entries, but when it became evident that her former housemate was an
expert at avoiding written means of communication, Liz had taken to banging on his door at random times of the day, as to not create a routine. He'd spent long enough hiding away from society, he didn't deserve to not have
any sort of life. So she'd help, even if it was just lunch, or doing laundry together, or even just sitting around and reading. Liz didn't mind it, not in the slightest.
In all actuality, seeking out Remus had been just as much for her as it was for him. Maybe even more. Liz didn't even have the memories of the war to be depressed over, her life had been completely erased. Remus was...he was one of the only things she had left of the life she'd once known. Graeme was there, of course, but Liz's feelings for her friend had always been so complicated...and his wife didn't like her in the slightest, so it was hard to maintain a decent relationship. Remus had lost just as much as she had, and it felt like he was the only person in the world that could understand her need to escape. Maybe it was cruel of her to force herself into his life when she knew how needed the solace was, but maybe she was just a little selfish, too.
Liz sighed and kicked off her shoes, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. Her hand twisted Remus' around and she lifted it to knock his own mask up his forehead. "It hasn't been terrible, right?"
