Remus Lupin x Reader
(Y/n), an American woman, spent thirty-three years in the muggle world before a strange older man visited her newly purchased home in Little Winging, Surrey Britain. What happens when the man informs her that she is actually a w...
A few days after the encounter with the older man named Albus Dumbledore, the rest of (Y/n)'s belongings - including the car - showed up in a big box truck. She instructed the movers on what furniture went where. After the movers and the truck left, (Y/n) stood in front of her car that was set for American driving.
"That might be an issue..." she muttered and shrugged before she went inside. She opened the old refrigerator to get a small snack. As she stood up straight, banana in hand, she caught sight of the unopened envelope that Albus had given her. She walked over to the folded paper and picked it up, she placed the banana where the envelope previously sat. She broke the wax seal and opened the fold to remove the paper placed inside. She then read over the letter:
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"An owl? Where the Hell was I supposed to get an owl?" (Y/n) asked herself. She reviewed the first page again and groaned. "September first? That's the day after the full moon..." Now, (Y/n) wasn't a creature of the night, but ever since she was a little girl, she would always be cranky and sore during the full moon. When puberty hit her, she thought it was a result of her monthly cycle, but after some research, she found that wasn't the case and just left it alone and dealt with it. She sighed and folded up the paper. "I guess if I really am a witch, better late than never."
(Y/n) folded the letter back up and placed it in her bag. She slung the bag over her shoulder and muttered into the air: "Lemon Sherbet" she jumped at a sharp crack that came from her living room. She cautiously looked through the living room door, afraid that she would see her ceiling caved in, but instead she saw none other than Albus Dumbledore standing in the middle of the room with a small but proud smile on his face.
