->Samwise & Remus Interactions<- - Blog Posts
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REMUS REALIZED THAT UNLESS SAM HAD BEEN IN TOWN FOR A WHILE THINGS LIKE SCI-FI MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE TO HIM. he hoped the sentiment at least got across, even if the exact words didn’t. It was an issue in many worlds - the Wizarding World included. Why were mermaids ‘humanoid’? Why were humans the centerfold? ❝ I can understand that. I feel like people get stuck in the idea that it’s fiction, so even if they were in the story it’d all work out. They don’t process that it can be far harder if it was reality. ❞
HE CHUCKLED AT SAM’S WORDS, NODDING ALONG. ❝ yeah, my father is - coping with my choices in life. Even if it’s not the path he’d hoped for myself. ❞ His father had meant well, he knew. Even if it had brought him pain and disappointment as well. ❝ Well you know the newspaper? I just make sure everything there is grammatically correct and technically smooth. I’ve been helping a couple reporters with their stories and making sure they get actually published. ❞
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Everyone he met in Sallow Hills had their own specialty, and each in turn were fascinating to Sam. He hadn’t met anyone that worked at the town paper before now, but now that he looked Remus over, he could see how he was the sort to like writing. He very nearly reminded the Hobbit of Frodo with his curly hair and in his kindly-yet-hesitant demeanor.
“I do know the paper! Read every issue, in fact. Sounds fascinating, and I’m sure you’re right good at it. Doesn’t matter what your parents say, long as you’re happy,” he smiled. Sam was lucky, he had a good mum, and an amazing dad, but he wasn’t daft enough to think that was the case for everyone. “Well Remus, if that's all I can do for ye today, I hope those plants work out for ye, but you know where to find me if they don’t.”
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SAMWISE. he was fucking the samwise gamgee. He had to tell Lily. Remus kept that excitement buried deep, but he knew the moment he was home, it’d all come out. He remembered reading Lord of the Rings as a kid, clinging to the magical escape when he thought he’d never get to be a part of his father’s world. Even once Dumbledore had let him in, the books had been a comfort when things were too rough. His mother used to read chapters to him after full moons, and he still heard her voice sometimes when he re-read them.
❝ I SUPPOSE THERE ARE WORSE THINGS PEOPLE COULD ASSUME. still, the human-centric view of many people is frustrating. Like in science fiction - why is it humanoid? Why not just bi-pedal mammals, or some other descriptor? ❞
HE SMILED, JUST FAINTLY, DOWN AT HIS PLANTS. then he looked up and took sam’s hand in a shake. ❝ I didn’t end up following her path. Some people in my world are not the most open minded. But I remember all the healing spells, and I practice them regularly. I’m happy just being a copy editor at the paper right now. ❞
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Sam had no idea what Remus was talking about. He attempted to look as least confused as he could by giving a nod. Hobbits didn't know much about science or philosophy as they had little need for it. The only areas of science they were educated in had to do with livestock, farming, and brewing ale. Sam was bright enough, so he ventured a reply from what he could figure. “I venture people like seeing themselves in interesting tales to distract them from how tired life can get. What they don’t know is how much more tiring it really is to be one of those stories.”
Spells– so Mr. Remus was another one of the wizard folk. That made the purchase make a little more sense in his mind. Sam had a small clientele who were of that sort, and those types usually proved to be the most loyal of his customer base. With a small tilt of his head, he continued, “It's alright not to follow the path of your parents– I sure didn’t. Well, not for a while there. Copy editing sounds like a mighty important job, though I’ve no real idea what that entails.”
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REMUS’S MIND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT AS HE PROCESSED THE MAN’S WORDS. hobbit. Hobbit! Oh he was a great big blubbering idiot. He was dumber than a flobberworm; how had he not seen this? Or even thought about it? When Stephanie Brown had explained the idea of multiple universes to him (not that it needed much explaining - he was a comic reader after all, and the idea wasn’t even a stretch for the wizarding world), why had he not wondered if characters he loved would be here. Like fucking Lord of the Rings characters.
❝ I SUPPOSE IT MUST GET ANNOYING WHEN PEOPLE JUST ASSUME YOU’RE HUMAN. ❞ i’m not human either, not fully. Not that Remus would say that out loud even to people who knew. Though that was probably because he knew the people who knew would hit him if they heard him say that. ❝ That’s really nice that you learned it all from your dad. My pa - well we have magic in common but that’s about it. My ma though. I was trying to go into the same field as her, nursing. She was an angel, I swear. ❞ He chuckled, shaking his head. ❝ Sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I don’t believe I caught your name. I’m Remus. ❞
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With a shrug, Sam scribbled down the things he had just sold on a list, and handed the man his receipt. “I don’t mind when people assume it, not anymore. It makes things a little easier most times.”
He missed his Old Gaffer often, especially when he was working. Being there reminded him of all those days spent gardening together. He was a good man, whom Samwise had learned a great deal of his life’s operations from (the rest being from Mr. Bilbo and his own experiences). “I love learning about people, especially when so many here are from strange lands, comparatively speaking. That's really lovely you’re following in her footsteps.” Holding out his hand to shake, a grin on his face, he continued, “Nice to meet you Remus. Sam Gamgee at your service.”
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REMUS COULD ONLY THINK THAT THIS MAN WAS FAR TOO NICE. it made his heart ache just a little, and he hoped not too many people were taking advantage of him for it. It warmed his rather cold heart, though, that he was so kind. ❝ Really, though, I can’t thank you enough for offering to help. ❞ With so much in Sallow Hills going wrong or weird, it was a comfort to know someone was willing to help a stranger.
HE HANDED THE THIRTY SIX OVER AND LOOKED OVER THE PLANTS. he’d have to use magic to get them back to his place, if he wanted to ensure he didn’t drop them. It was still weird doing it in public, in Sallow Hills. ❝ So how’d you get into plants? Were they always your thing or did you fall into it later in life. Not that you look old! ❞
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Adjusting to life in town had been difficult, especially at first. There were so many new, odd, things to wade through: strange people, different social formalities, electricity. For a while, it left Samwise positively reeling. Despite all of it, he never faltered from his usual ways.
“Don’t mention it, friend, really.” His next comment made Sam laugh a bit. That was another difference; people rarely knew what to make of him here. “Well, I am older by most’s standards-- older than I look anyway. Don’t age the same way as human folk do. Fifty four, I am.” The man didn’t look more than his early thirties, but that's how things were when you were a hobbit. “My Old Gaffer- that is to say- my dad got me into it. He was a gardener, as was his before that, for a man up the road. Taught me all he knew, you see, and Hobbits tend to have a proclivity for growing things in general.”
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✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ REMUS && SAMWISE
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REMUS FELT RELIEF WITH THE MAN. he wasn’t asking many questions, and was willing to help him through this. Remus was more worried about the potion part of the wolfsbane than the plant upkeep. He’d always been better at herbology than potions. But raising plants on your own wasn’t the same as being walked through the steps by a professor.
HE GAVE THE MAN A SMALL, THANKFUL SMILE. ❝ i’d really appreciate that. I don’t want to jip you out of your money or plants though. If I kill them, I’m happy to buy new ones. ❞ He carefully ran his fingers around the pot of the wolfsbane plants. It was strange, being reliant on a poison to help him. He watched the valerian plant get placed down as well. ❝ Really. I really really appreciate it. I don’t have a brown thumb, but I’ve heard mint can be a temperamental plant. ❞
TWO PLANTS HERE. no price tags. ❝ How much will it be for these two and say - the mint and sage this trip? ❞
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Generous as always, Sam shook his head a bit in a dismissive gesture. He had said it was for medical reasons, and a plant or two wasn’t going to cost him much at all. The Nursery was a decently popular place, after all.
“Ah, it's alright. I don’ mind it. ‘The world could always do with more good in it’ my old Gaffer used to say. Besides, it keeps the customers coming back, you know?” With a kind smile he began to make his way behind the counter. “It isn’t too temperamental if you know how to handle it correctly, you see. Alls it needs is room to branch out. It can get a bit out of hand if you aren’t careful. It likes to branch out all over.”
After a brief demonstration on how to handle each of the plants on the counter, Sam tidied up the bits of dirt that had escaped the pots. Dusting the mess into a small waste bin kept behind the counter, he looked the items over. He pressed a few buttons on the register before looking back at him. “Right, should be 36 even.”
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✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ REMUS && SAMWISE
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AS HE WAS LISTING THEM ALL OFF, REMUS REALIZED JUST HOW EXPENSIVE THIS WAS GOING TO BE. there was no way he was going to be able to afford them all now, but maybe if he could just get a couple. Then a couple more. It wasn’t like this was going to be prepped by the next full anyway, so waiting a bit longer wouldn’t do that much damage. ❝ If aconite isn’t too temperamental, I could probably take the seedlings. I’ll be trying my best to upkeep them anyway. But if you think it’s better to wait till their older, I’d like to put my name down for a plant or two and come back later. I’ll probably not be able to afford all the plants right now anyway, so I don’t mind waiting ❞
REMUS WAS ALRIGHT WITH PLANTS. he didn’t kill them by just looking at them, and he’d always had decent scores in herbology. But there was passing a class and there was keeping a garden of plants alive for his well being. Samwise’s offer stuck out though. Remus, too, couldn’t replicate the valerian roots. Even Pomfrey wouldn’t have risked that - plants were always difficult to replicate especially if you wanted to keep their properties. ❝ I’d actually really appreciate that. These are all - they’re part of a health routine my doctor is putting me on. I’d like to be able to maintain them and not have to re-purchase them often. ❞
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It took a moment for Sam to come up with a good answer. He didn’t have aconite back home, which meant he had very limited experiences with it. From what he had seen, a novice should be able to take care of it just fine, but he didn’t want to make a guarantee he couldn’t back, especially when it seemed like an object of such importance.
“Tell you what-- I think you should be just fine taking care of the seedlings, but if you're not, come back in a week or two and I’ll get you a grown one to replace it. Sound alright?” He walked past Remus to get to the other end of the shop, and stopped in the back corner near a door with a, ‘employees only’ sign across it in bold letters. A moment later he returned with the tiny aconite plants, and placed them on the counter. He retrieved the valerian from a nearby shelf, and brought it to the counter as well. “Not a problem! I’m glad to show you. Its really not too difficult. You may mess it up once or twice in the beginning, but I’m sure you'll get the hang of it.”
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✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ REMUS && SAMWISE
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REMUS TURNED HIS PAD OVER AND OVER IN HIS HANDS. it was a reporter’s pad he’d taken from the newspaper, figuring that since he was an editor no one would mind if he took one. No one had, especially since they got used so rarely anymore. He understood the advances in technology (more than he let on to Shepard, merely because it was funny) but he would never not want to write things out by hand. ❝ Truthfully, I don’t know if some of these even exist here. They were rare in my world. But if you have any of these, preferably not cut so that I can continue to grow them. ❞
❝ RIGHT, THE MOST DIFFICULT ONE I SUPPOSE? wolfsbane or aconite, and yes i do know how poisonous it is which means you probably don’t carry it. I also need valerian, but specifically I need to be able to semi-frequently harvest valerian roots, so I’m unsure the best way to go about that. I’ll also need moonseed, bloodroot, st. johns-wort, mint, and sage. ❞
HE PROBABLY SOUNDED LIKE A CRAZY PERSON, even for himself. He was just glad that he didn’t recognize the man from home, otherwise he might be able to tell what Remus needed the ingredients for. Merlin, he still might be able to tell and Remus could be outing himself right here and now. Bu the needed the wolfsbane potion.
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When the list was rattled off, Sam became much more intrigued than he had been moments before. He cared about everyone who came into his shop, but the people who came in with lists similar to this were always up to something. What those things were, he didn't know, and he certainly would never ask. The purposes of some transactions were obvious, but the purposes of most were unknown to him. This one was… well, he could hypothesize.
“You'd be surprised how many poisonous things I keep in stock. Safely hidden away, of course, but you don’t keep good business in a place like this if you aren’t willing to adapt to the needs of your customers, if you take my meaning. Now lets see, aconite… aconite…” he repeated the word, carding through the mental checklist of things he had on hand. “I think I did start a crop of that, but just recently. I could sell you some of the seedlings right now, but if you come back in a week they should be better suited for use.”
Despite the pieces clicking into place, Sam gave no hint of what he may suspect. He reached for the notebook which he had just set down, and flipped a few pages. He seemed satisfied with what he found there. “As for everything else, I should have it all in stock. Though, good as I am, I can’t magically replicate plant roots, but I could show you how to tend to your own plant so that it’ll last multiple harvests without dying if you wish.”
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TRYING TO MAKE WOLFSBANE POTION WHEN HE WAS ONLY EVER AVERAGE AT POTIONS WAS DANGEROUS. it was stupid and reckless, and really what he had to expect from himself for a prank but not for something that could do himself some good. Remus was self aware about his self deprecation and self sabotage that way. He had ways to test the potion before he took it, so he didn’t accidentally poison himself (which was the result if you did it at all wrong). He could ask around, see if there were any potions masters in town … maybe Penny or her friend Basilton. He at least trusted them with his secret.
BUT FIRST, HE HAD TO GET A HOLD OF THE INGREDIENTS. they were expensive in the wizarding world, and he was hoping it wouldn’t be the case here. But even if it was, at least there was more community support and the older couple he rented a grandparents’ suite from would be understanding if rent was late a bit. He clutched the list in his hands as he ducked into the nursery … only to be completely overwhelmed.
HE’D NEVER BEEN THE KIND TO INDENTIFY PLANTS ON THE SPOT, and all the greenery and smells felt like a lot. So, he headed to the nearest worker and cleared his throat. ❝ Sorry to be a bother, I was just hoping you might be able to direct me to some plants I want to purchase. ❞ In truth, he wasn’t even sure how many of these plants solely existed in the wizarding world, or if they were here. How he was going to get powdered dragon claw was something to tackle at another time.
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Nearly every week at work brought Sam an interesting encounter. People of all sorts would come through, as with most shops, yet even more interesting than the people were their intentions for being there. Many were there solely for their interest in house plants or gardening. Others would make their way in to purchase something for their friend or partner. Some would come in with questions on this, or that, or the other thing. But there were the select few that came in for something more.
He never questioned them when they did. He had learned a long time ago not to stick his nose into places it didn’t belong. Sam had been there so long, he had almost entirely stopped questioning it. He had even gone out of his way to start growing some of the more commonly sought after otherly plants. One such plant was one he knew well. Kingsfoil, a beautiful little thing that had served him well many times. He had been in the midst of documenting their most recent heights when someone had caught his attention.
“Oh, not a bother at all,” he set the notebook and pen down on the nearest shelf, and turned to face him. “What can I help you with?”
