Remus Lupin

Remus really had taken his week with Willy as both magical and temporary. Especially when they'd parted ways with Willy giving no indication that he wanted to see him again. And Remus, who felt as if he'd been given more than enough and had little to offer in return, hadn't felt right about asking.

That night as he locked himself in the storage unit he felt... despair. He was so used to being miserable that having been happy for a while and following it up with this... it somehow made it worse than usual. And somewhere inside him he could feel the wolf's rage, too. It had liked Willy. A lot.

He blacked out as usual, and the next morning remembered nothing. But he knew that whatever happened, it was so much worse than it had been in a long time.

There was blood smeared everywhere. His blood. And he was covered in scratches, where the wolf had turned on itself with nothing else to take its rage out on. His head felt fuzzy, too, and he realized there was blood in his hair... oh, he must have slammed his head against the wall. That's what that spot on the wall was.

He honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to a hostel like this.

Finally he threw on his coat and tried his best to keep his head down as he limped through the streets of London... back to Willy's doorstep.

And when Willy opened the door, the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know where else to go..." And then swayed on his feet, looking as if he were about to fall over.

Remus didn't really have any money to spare, but he did have to eat, and after having visited the warehouse that Danny had suggested might have a job for him, he wandered into a cafe.

There was nice music playing, too, a man with an acoustic guitar and his face covered slightly with long, dark hair that put Remus slightly in mind of Sirius. When he walked in he watched him for a bit as he tried to decide how much he could spare on a scone and tea.