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Who: Wolfram von Bielefeld

remuslupin
Where: Wandering around the mansion
When: After Remus arrives
Rating: G to PG? Neither of them are prone to cussing.
Summary: Wolfram is attempting to be a good citizen and showing Remus around the mansion.

the Story: By the fifth floor, Wolfram was grumbling. Why couldn't that Remus person have picked a room on some reasonable floor, like perhaps the first or second? Did he really have to be on the tenth?!

The sixth-floor entrance passed by, and Wolfram broke into a jog, taking two floors' worth of stairs two at a time. There were reasons he didn't generally join Yuuri for his morning jog with Weller, and his acute desire to sleep late was only one of them. The other -- there was the eighth floor door, he was getting closer -- the other was that he hated running.... Unless there was a good reason for it. He slowed back to a walk, breathing hard and glaring at the unoffensive wall.

The wall didn't even do him the favor of glaring back, so with a huff, Wolfram gave up the effort and strode up the last set of stairs to the tenth floor door. Now, which room was it again? Thirty?

At least, if he had to be on the tenth floor, Remus had picked a room not too far away from the staircases. It didn't take very long at all for Wolfram to find room thirty and rap sharply on the door.

"Remus?"

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Remus heard the knock on the door. He assumed it must be Wolfram who had agreed to show him around the mansion. He was anxious to learn whatever he could about this place.

He opened the door and was surprised at the person standing before him. The blonde boy could only be described as pretty. Remus smiled a little and held out his hand.

"You must be Wolfram. Remus Lupin, nice to met you in person."

Remus looked younger than Wolfram would have guessed; probably older than Yuuri, but not yet twenty or so. A bit shabbily dressed, too. Wolfram probably wouldn't have bothered to notice him a year ago. But he couldn't stand on ceremony here; being a prince in another world didn't mean too much in a crazy magical mansion.

"I am. Nice to meet you, too," Wolfram replied, holding his hand out after a brief hesitation. He was never sure which weird human greeting custom he ought to use with those he met here. At least handshakes were more normal than showing off one's shaved and waxed scalp the way that Cavalcadian nobility did.

"So," he continued, "this place has a library and a kitchen downstairs. There's some weird shops with proprietors who won't really talk to you outside, too. What do you want to see first?"

Remus thought about it for a moment, trying to decide where he would want to go first.

"The library, I think," Remus finally said. He figured that would be the most useful. Maybe there were books about the history of this place. The more information he could gather about this place the better. "Then I suppose the kitchens or wherever else you think I should see. I really do appreciate you willingness to show me around."

By now, Wolfram knew the way to the library by heart; it was one of his favorite places to take refuge from the mansion's lunacy. Sometimes Yuuri even tagged along. ...More often than not, recently, which Wolfram suspected was because Yuuri was terrified Wolfram would find his stupid etiquette book. Honestly, the wimp worried about the strangest things.

"This way," he said, heading back towards the staircase (more stairs, damn it, though at least this time they were going down). "Don't worry about it. Yuuri won't get into too much trouble while I'm gone." Probably no trouble at all, given that he'd last seen his fiancé outside playing catch. That game could occupy Yuuri for hours. And no one was going to leap out of the bushes and kidnap him in a place this far away from Shin Makoku.

Remus followed Wolfram down the stairs, careful to make sure he didn't trail behind. He was glad that this place had a library, though he should have assumed that a building of this size would have one.

"is Yuuri someone who needs help staying out of trouble?" Remus asked, thinking of Sirius as he said that. Remus was use to trying to keep his friends from getting into trouble or more often helping them from getting caught after they had made trouble.

Wolfram rolled his eyes. Did Yuuri need help staying out of trouble? Was the sky blue? Did sand bears sleep underground?

"Usually," he said in dry underestimate of the real answer, always. "He's busy with baseball right now, though."

"Ah," Remus said not really sure what baseball was. He vaguely knew that it was a Muggle sport, but not much else. "Is the mansion a dangerous place?" Remus asked wondering what sort of trouble one could get into in this place. Was it the forbidden forest variety of trouble or more like the maraudering brand of trouble.

"It's an annoying place," Wolfram corrected as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "But whatever it does seems to fix itself afterwards." Including death, but he preferred not to dwell on that incident.

Relenting a little at the other man's obvious confusion, he explained, "The mansion doesn't usually hurt people, and there aren't any dangerous animals around. Most of the people seem either friendly or not very interested in talking. It's just that sometimes less pleasant things happen."

Remus shuddered a little bit when Wolfram said there weren't any dangerous animals here. He had to wonder if his introduction changed that statement. He still wasn't really sure how he was going to handle his monthly problem, but at least with Sirius and now James here they could control the wolf in their animagus forms. Still they were in a strange place full of unsuspecting people, what if the wolf got out?

"Is the calender here the same as at home, I mean is there any time delay or something that happens when we come here?" He realized the question would probably sound very random but he had to know when the next full moon was.

Wolfram considered. "Well, the calendar can't possibly be the same as it is in all our homes. My world's time runs much more quickly than Earth's..." Fast enough that Yuuri's absence of a few days in his world frequently translated into weeks or months. Even if he'd been getting better at controlling the times he came lately.

So if the time here was different from both Shin Makoku's calendar and the other world's calendar, not to speak of wherever Remus was from....

"Try asking your closet for a calendar," he suggested. "They usually produce anything you ask for, so it ought to be able to give you one that's accurate for the mansion."

Remus nodded. "I'll do that." He hadn't really thought about the fact that the people here came from other worlds. He should have realized that normal time and space didn't apply here because Snape was an adult and well had already died. The spells that made up this place had to be terribly complicated. It made him a little less confident that they would be able to figure this place out quickly. Still he was determined to try.

"So, what world are you from?" Remus asked a little curious about the background of his guide.

"I'm from Shin Makoku," Wolfram said, then, realizing that Remus probably wouldn't understand, "...a Mazoku - demon - country." He glanced curiously at the other boy, resting a hand on his hip. "Where are you from?"

Remus raised an eyebrow at bit at the mention of demon country. He wasn't sure what the other boy meant exactly by demon country. It could just be a colloquialism of his country or it could be something more. Still Remus wasn't too concerned, being technically a dark creature himself.

"Earth, if that means anything to you," Remus replied.

It did. "That's where Yuuri's from," Wolfram said, surprised. Yuuri hadn't known anything about magic when he arrived, certainly. Was it possible that there were some other magicians hiding out on the planet, besides the Earth Mazoku? He'd never heard anything about human magic being used there...

"What country?" he inquired.

"I'm from England, though I spend most of the year in Scotland. I go to school there," Remus explained. "Where is your friend Yuuri from?"

"Japan," Wolfram replied, trying and failing to remember where 'England' was. Or 'Scotland.' Nowhere near Japan, anyway, since he was fairly sure he hadn't heard Yuuri talking about them.

With relief, he spotted the library door, and pointed. "That's the library."

Remus' attention was now completely focused on the door in front of him. He let Wolfram lead him into the library and for the first time since he arrived in the mansion, he truly felt excited. There was something about a library that made Remus feel at home. He felt a little overwhelmed, staring at all of the books around him. He wasn't sure where to start. Feeling a little foolish just staring at all of the book all around him, he turned back to Wolfram.

"so what are the library's rules?" he asked.

Wolfram blinked, realizing that he wasn't sure there were any. He'd never seen a librarian here.

"I don't know," he admitted, clearing his throat. "...Don't disturb other people and don't damage the books?"

Remus chuckled a little and smiled at Wolfram.

"Sorry, its just where I come from there are a lot of rules concerning our library," probably because some of the books are physically dangerous, Remus thought to himself. "So we can come here whenever we want, take whatever we want?"

"As far as I know," Wolfram replied. He wasn't entirely sure that librarians wouldn't materialize any day now -- the wail Günter made when someone disarrayed his shelves came back to him for a moment, evoking a shudder.

"No one's yelled about any broken rules yet, regardless," he added with a shrug.

Remus smiled a little. "Well that is definitely one plus about this place." He ran his fingers over the spines of some of the books, casually reading some of the titles. He hoped this place would prove as useful as he hoped.

"Where else should we go?" Remus asked his guide but then paused "I mean if you still have the time. I don't want to take up too much of your day."

Wolfram shrugged, unwilling to admit just how little there was to do here. Showing around newcomers was a welcome break in an afternoon that had looked like sitting around and staring at the walls. Possibly with a book. "I don't mind. How about the kitchen?"

A little reluctantly, Remus turned away from the books. He figured he would have plenty of time to explore here later on his one.

"sure, that sounds good," Remus laughed a little. "one should always know where to steal a midnight snack from."

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