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Character(s): Remus Lupin, wolf, and anyone else.
Content: Remus is restless after healing enough to go out and explore Paixao a bit.
Setting: Starting at Wolf's apartment, then going around Paixao.
Time: Late morning/early afternoon week 26
Warnings: An apparently snappy Wolf, but nothing too dangerous.

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Remus Lupin had been bed-ridden for one week, and another week just plain stuck in Wolf's flat, as the man didn't think he was well enough to go out.

Well, now he knew he was well enough to go out. He needed fresh air, and he was still very curious about this odd city and the different 'worlds' Wolf had mentioned when they first met. Although he still wore bandages, Remus' wounds were closed and not about to break open unless he put himself through a lot of physical stress, which probably wouldn't happen because he was a wizard and always carried his wand.

Remus changed into his clothes which he had mended through his magic and slipped on his cloak, double-checking that his wand was in his pocket. He planned on just walking out of the apartment, and if Wolf stopped him, he'd say he was fine and just move past him. If he tried harder, Remus would put a small hex on him. He was suffering a bit from cabin-fever, and thus, a little cranky.

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Remus left Wolf and Blue and wandered deeper into the pawn shop. He had yet to catch anything magical, though he saw plenty of things a lot of mugggles would be interested in. There was a nice display of knives, swords, and even some firearms. In another area, there was some clothing, mostly things like hats and gloves. Remus tried on a three-cornered hat just for fun, but put it back.

And then he came upon a section that really caught his eye. Books. Lots of them. Remus slowed his pace and looked at each book, one at a time. There was a little of everything really. Except, of course, what he wanted, which was books on magical subjects, but he really couldn't expect much.

And then a certain book caught his eye. It was a relatively small book shoved in the back of larger ones, it's worn cover barely visible. He reached for it, looking at what had once been a nice leather cover, now worn, faded, and covered in dust. He blew off the dust and flipped through the pages...

And they were all blank. He frowned, but held on to it anyway. Maybe it was just some old unused journal. Still, there was something about it that made him want to keep it, so he went back to the front of the store to find the register.