1994-12-24: Welcome Back, Mo

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Scene Title Welcome Back, Mo
Synopsis Lupin and Jack stop by the Black House on Christmas Eve.
Location Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Date 24 Dec 1994
Watch For Pawprints. And roses.
Logger Happy Holly-Days!

It's not quite Christmas yet, but it will be in just a few hours. Already th sun is setting on Christmas Eve, and somewhere out there - many places, in fact - people are getting ready to gift each other with presents of all kinds.

Holly's family is probably busily wondering if she's a criminal. Or if she'll be home. Or if they'll ever hear from her again. In her pocket is a note to them, which took a long time to write, and it's only a few sentences, so as not to overburden the Patronus who will be delivering said message. It says the basics: I'm okay, there are some problems with the case, and I love you, Merry Christmas - while being slightly more personal.

Leaning against the window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass - even if it is slightly stained from years and years of dirt - she seriously thinks about going outside.

—-

Jack hasn't missed a Torchwood Christmas in years. No matter where he is, he finds a way to make it home to the Manor and spend time with his family. So, this is a first, or at least a first in a very long time for the man. He steps through the Floo, having gone to do an errand for Holly, and brings her large cat through with him. Mo is not a happy camper, but she's here. "Holly?" He peers around, looking to see where she is.

—-

So this is Christmas…and what have you done? Well, Lupin hasn't done anything yet. But he's about to. He's about to visit Grimmauld Place and deliver a message for Holly via his patronus. He apparate near the home and makes his way to where number 12 should be and waits for a few moments to wait for it to appear for him. Once it does so, he enters slowly and makes sure not to interrupt the portrait of Sirius' mother.

—-

Aaah, a familiar voice that isn't Sirius. Not that Holly minds Sirius' company, but they're both very frustrated with having to 'hide' here, and so the wanted man is starting to get on Holly's nerves now and again. It's just good to have a little variety, is all. "Jack— " She says, turning from the window, only to see a very large tan and white spotted cat struggling to tear out Jack's aorta.

"Mo! Oh, baby," she says, running up to the cat, who seems to be much happier now that Holly's in this strange picture. She's still confused, of course, and ends up going limp in Jack's arms just before she's plucked away by Holly and hoisted over a shoulder. "Aw, you brought her. Thanks, Jack. Did you have any trouble?" She hasn't noticed Lupin just yet.

—-

Jack shakes his head. "Not really. I think she's a lot smarter than she lets on. I told her we were going to find you, and she seemed to understand…" Jack relaxes, the relief in his body quite evident. He grins, looks up, and … oh! It's a Lupin. "Lupin!" He greets the werewolf with a grin, moving toward him to shake his hand, and if not stopped, give the man a hug as well. "Happy Christmas." He turns back to the reunited pair. "I just didn't think it was right for her to spend Christmas alone."

—-

Lupin smiles softly at the two people who he finds. "Ah, hello." He doesn't exactly stop the hug. "Well, how are you two doing?" He looks around. "It's strange to be coming here so often, for me, when I was never welcome here as a teenager." He sighs softly. "But no bad memories so near to Christmas." He looks at the other two. To Holly he says, "I do believe, you wanted me to send a Patronus message to your family?"

—-

Poor Mo finds herself hugged until just the brink of asphyxiation. The cat squeals over Holly's shoulder, eyes just about popping out of her head before she's released - and she wastes no time jumping to the floor with an incredible thud that might have actually cracked the floorboards.

Hey? What's that smell?

It might be House Elf.

"Happy Christmas?" Holly asks, one corner of her mouth turning upward in a smile. What strange customs they have here in Britain! She's not in a very hug-giving mood, so she just nods to Remus and says "Merry Christmas," to the both of them, before pulling the message out of her pocket. "It's all in here," she says, handing over the piece of lined paper. "Thank you. I really appreciate this."

—-

Jack will return the favor, and echo Holly's words. "Merry Christmas?" He chuckles. "Yank." He steps back to sit down on the couch and smiles at the pair. "I've got some joy bites left over if you want to give it a boost." He grins, reaching into one of his pockets for his bag o' joy. He stands to hand one to Remus. "There. Eat one of those first." There's a wink, and Jack returns to the seat. "First time I've been away from Torchwood for Christmas for a long, long time." He knows there's extenuating circumstances, and luckily, his mum does too. Or they'd be getting a Howler right about now.

—-

Lupin bows his head to Holly. "And where am I sending it? Specifics would be welcomed, as they allow me to direct my patronus there as exact as possible." He looks to to Jack and smiles softly. "Thank you kindly." He takes a bite out of the candy. In fact…he eats the whole thing before opening the note to see what the message will be. He thinks it through carefully, ingraining it in his mind.

—-

The reference to the U.S. just kind of makes her wish she was home. Still, no bad thoughts on Christmas Eve, right? Nevermind that she won't be with her family for the first time ever - and not by choice - or that she'll miss opening presents, which, despite the fact that Christmas is supposed to be about family, Holly does like getting stuff. At least she's not completely alone, so everything balances out, right where it should be. No joy, no disappointment. They all just are.

Except she's glad that Jack, Lupin, and Sirius are around. "Sorry to pull you away," she says to Jack, watching Mo as she stalks through the room, leaving paw prints in the dusty floor as she goes. To Lupin, she gives the place where her mother and sisters will be on Christmas. "Grand Rapids. It's in Michigan — " Pausing, she holds up her hand. It's a map. Something only someone from Michigan can do. "About right here, North of Central High School— " And then she'll give a street name and specific address.

—-

Jack shrugs. "If I wasn't here, I'd be out of country." He shifts on the seat, thinking. He looks up to Holly, a peculiar expression on his face. "Um…" He frowns, not sure whether he wants to express himself this way at this moment. Especially when there are others around. But he's thinking it, so, it shows on his face. "Michigan. Is that up in the north part?" Where it's cold. Colder than Britain. "If you need another one of the bites, Moony, let me know." There's a small smile, and he turns to see where the cat has gone, only to spy the dusty prints.

—-

Lupin walks over to where the window is and opens it up. "Well, here goes nothing." He points his wand out and his corporeal patronus bursts from the tip and runs off speedily. "Well, now all we can hope is that it makes it there on time." He says with a nod. "I added in a note about who I was in relation to you, and why I was sending the patronus instead of you. No need to mention that it's only a select few people who actually know how to do that." He turns to face the others once more. "I'm sure I'll be fine, thank you, Jack."

—-

All of this is Holly's fault, and to some extent, she feels bad about it. Why dwell, though? No one seems to be angry with her specifically, and while the fact that she's removed many people from their families all in the name of unserved (And possibly never served) justice, it's all necessary. Balance is important. So why does she feel so uneasy about it?

"Well, it's cold in the winter," she says. "Gotta learn how to drive in the snow, that's for sure. It's not so bad during the summer."

As Lupin sends the Patronus away, hopefully to the designated spot over the ocean, Holly hopes that it reaches her family with the message. She'll have to learn that one day, especially if she's going to have more cases like this one, though she can't imagine she ever will. Her once in a lifetime case may actually be her last, if things keep up like this.

"Well, there's that," she says, sitting in the nearest seat and sending a little dust into the air from the cushion. "Sorry I don't have anything for you two. I've kind of been stuck in here."

—-

Jack nods at Remus' words, and then shifts again, clearly nervous about something. He frowns, and looks back toward the fire. "We should probably lock the Floo for the night, don't you think?" Sirius is off around the house somewhere, maybe singing "God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs" to his hippogryff or something. "I think Sirius went upstairs." If that matters. "I was trying to think of how to make the day special…" He doesn't want to bring up memories that will make her blue, but he wants to make things nice for the Holidays.

—-

Lupin smiles at Holly. "You really miss your family, don't you? You know…maybe we can get you made a portkey to visit your family some time soon. I could probably whip it up myself. Of course…I'd probably have to come with you, to make sure that you were safe and to get you back. But we might be able to do it." He looks to Jack. "If you want to lock the Floo network, the best way is disconnecting this one from the network, which can currently only be done at the Ministry. But I'm sure we can attempt to get that done."

—-

Jack shakes his head. "Well, there is a ward to lock it from this side. Or at least to close it down temporarily." He uses it at his office all the time. "I read it in one of the books I found on a job." He shrugs. "It comes in dammed useful at times." With a grin, he turns to Holly. However something else in Lupin's words bothers him, only slightly, and his grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. He feels protective of Holly, and maybe something else. "Holly?" He leans forward just a bit, turning to see her at the window.

—-

Holly's learned to be extremely observant over the years, mostly to pinpoint lies or buried truths that could help her in court, so Jack's discomfort doesn't go unnoticed. She gives him a funny look, which is the only natural thing to do in situations such as these. "You okay?" she asks. "I mean, I don't know if locking the Floo network qualifies as Quality Christmas Activity, but, you know, we could make it special. Sing carols or something. Or, you know, Kreachur put dirty socks in the stove. We could always turn it on and make Christmas dinner!"

But that doesn't seem to be what's on Jack's mind. When he says her name again, she responds with "Hm?"

—-

Lupin sits down and listens to the other two, but for now he just stays that way.

—-

Jack decides to stand and grab some of the dust off the floor, which seems like a really odd thing to do, until he's gathered enough in his hands for what he wants. He frowns for a moment, steps into the hall and then moves back into the room, holding his hands behind his back. He appears a bit nervous, and just decides to do the bold thing. When he holds out his hands, they contain a bouquet of flowers. Red flowers mostly, with some green ferns and a dusting of baby's breath. Dust is good for something. He looks sheepish. "I didn't get anything for you for Christmas." It's been bothering him somewhat. "So…" He holds them out. "They may not last too long…" Transfigured things don't always, "but there you are."

—-

Holly's still fixing him with that odd look as he scoops dust - of all things - into his hand. She can kind of guess where this is going the longer she watches him, and her initial thought is it's about time, because they've kind of been dancing right around this since they met. Kind of. Holly's never really thought much about it, since she's here on business, and Jack… Well, Jack kind of works for the enemy here, even if he's not the enemy. And he seems to know her, because flowers are the most direct line to her heart. "Long enough," is her quiet response as she takes the bouquet. She's got a couple charms that should make the transfiguration last quite a while. Smiling, she adds, "Thank you. For the dust. It's what I always wanted."

—-

Lupin coughs slightly and stands up. "Well, I think it's about time I started out on my way. I've got work to finish off at the office and the last full moon was particularly hard on me, I'm still recovering slightly. Good night."

—-

Jack is frustrated now. "Moony…" He says, frowning. "I should've…" He doesn't know why he did it just then. "I'm sorry…" He wasn't thinking. But, now that it's done, he nods to Holly, with a smile. "You're welcome." He shrugs, trying to make it appear as though it wasn't something he'd been planning for a long time. "What are you doing for Christmas, Moony?"

—-

They could make some sort of Christmas dinner, Holly thinks to herself as Lupin prepares to go. She's not sure why the gift of slowers prompted the sudden need to vacate, but she can fix this! She can. "Look, guys. I'm gonna see if I can put together a Christmas dinner for everyone." She, too, stands, though she can't help glancing at the roses again. They're so pretty. "What do you say we meet back here tomorrow around three o'clock, huh? We can just … enjoy the day. I mean, I know it's not the same as being with family, but it's something. Remus, you can tell Tonks. She can come, too."

—-

Lupin shakes his head. "No, no. Don't you worry. It's fine. Don't you worry a bit." He smiles at the two of them. "I've got to work tonight. Busy with paperwork and all that." He sighs softly. "I know it doesn't seem ideal, but there it is. My family has never been the richest, but we always seem to have some time together." He smiles at the two of them once more. "I shall try to be here tomorrow, Holly. And I'll try to tell Tonks." He bows his head. "Good day."

—-

Christmas meal together. That sounds familiar. Jack smiles. "I think we can do that." He nods to Lupin, and looks kind of sheepish. He doesn't feel as debonair as Sirius, though he may be more so. "Well, do have a good time with your family, and we'll see you tomorrow, hopefully." He moves to sit down again, waving lazily at the man as he prepares to leave. "What do you want to make, Holly?" He starts to plan the meal with her. If they need something, maybe Kreacher or Janet can help.

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