?

Log in

  | 0 - 8 |  
Remus Lupin [userpic]

OOC

April 18th, 2006 (02:00 am)

A small Remus. Very small.

Remus Lupin [userpic]

A distraction....

April 12th, 2006 (07:23 pm)

Strange place. No-one about who I know. Sirius isn't here.

Right. I've done this alone before.

A distraction, then. Another memory.

Ah, yes. James and his Divination phase. Well, anyone with a bit of sense would know that Divination only really appealed to a few witches and wizards, and that didn't happen to be any of us. Not even Peter, the most gullible person any of us knew. Though I suspect, sometiems, that his disbeleif stemmed more from ours than from any incredulity of his own. Still.

At that time, Divination was still a required course for at least one year, and was when I taught for a year, as well. I'll be frank and say that the Headmaster's choice of new Divination teacher wasn't much better than the one who taught when I was there, but one can hope that Sibyll Trelawney will at least have the precognitive wherewithal to forsee such things as house fires in order to avoid dying in them.

But I digress. Divination struck the lot of us as being just this side of completely ridiculous, and the elabourate mocking started, really, when James "forsaw" someone's horrible fate in the pattern of her scrambled eggs that morning. Of course, that horrible fate was to end up soaring across the pitch on a runaway broom later that day, something that happened all too often in Quidditch. There was nothing to the rumour that James ensured that prediction's veracity, no matter how close the score was against Ravenclaw that evening. However, enough people thought it amusing for James to continue. Presently, he was shreiking horrible yet ordinary predictions of immense loads of homework, owl post, and rogue Bludgers based on the sound of one boy's snores, the pattern of twigs in someone else's broom, and the fluffiness of someone's hair. The curls bespoke doom, you see, they always do.

It wasn't until he started wearing a feathered turban and trying to predict what peoples' mail would say by holding it melodramatically to his forehead that people figured maybe enough was enough. But, as with Sirius, James firmly beleived that self-control was largely something that happened to other people. So he boldly continued predicting bad marks in Potions by the consistency of someone's porridge, owl post by the position of the candles in the Great Hall, and insisting that Muggle fortune cookies were a legitimate form of prediction called Muushuumancy. It didn't help that a few of them bore sayings like "Help, I'm trapped in a fortune cookie factory!," or "You will soon lose a substantial amount of your wallet's contents." His attempt to claim them as an extra-credit project on top of everything else earned him a detention that involved several hours of teacup-washing, crystal ball-polishing, and tarot-card counting.

I think we all breathed a little more easily at breakfast when James decided it wasn't fun any more and gave up howling mournfully at someone else's sausages. There ws eniogfgj

must dash

Remus Lupin [userpic]

(no subject)

April 9th, 2006 (12:55 am)
current mood: busy

Remus is surrounded in books. Nobody knows where he got them, there's a suspicion that he's been raiding Nexus bookshelves.

Remus Lupin [userpic]

(no subject)

April 8th, 2006 (10:41 pm)
tired

current mood: tired

I found myself staring out the window at the waxing moon and letting my thoughts wander. It's not something I do very often, as it leads to prolonged periods of melancholia. Thus, I tried to find a way to distract myself and, as usual, ended up remembering various incidents that occured at school over the years.

It occured to me to write them down, if for no other reason than to give to Harry later, as I haven't got access to a Pensieve. I think he might like to know that not everything we did involved harrassing Severus.

The first one I came across was Slithers. Sirius had made a sock puppet, sometime during our fourth year, and called it "Slithers the Slytherin Mascot." Why this seemed to get to Severus more than anyone else is a mystery.

Slithers was grey and green, of course, and as bally as an old sock could possibly be. Two mismatched buttons were put on with a Sticking Charm for eyes and a bookmark ribbon that had worn off of someone's book was used for a tongue. Some of the girls thought Slithers was cute. They giggled incessantly whenever Sirius brought him out, and he brought him out often. Slithers was rude, hughty, and often demeaning. He was, after all, a Slytherin. I recall Sirius hissed ridiculously whenever he spoke as Slithers, and chose rather a lot of words with the letter "s" in. Sirius would have arguments with the puppet. After a while, he started answering questions in class through the puppet and insisted that people talk not to him, but to Slithers. It was only after he botched a spell by holding his wand in Slithers' "mouth" and muffling his own mouth with his other hand as he said the incantation--an action that resulted in a huge explosion of hot pink smoke that blew three students and the Professor out into the hallway--that people started insisting he put Slithers away. No such luck. Slithers took to gnawing on peoples' ears and interrupting Sirius at random intervals. Mind you, Slithers was never enchanted to think on his own, no matter how many times he appeared to leap for Sirius' throat. I distinctly remember the one time I called Sirius on this, being told that I was "the antithesis of fun" as he pointed at me with the sock puppet hand, its tongue flapping. I didn't say anything to that, it was all I could to to stop myself laughing. James and Peter weren't quite so lucky. I can't recall how many points were taken from Gryffindor because of Slithers, but eventually Sirius lost interest. Sometimes I wonder where that puppet had got to.

Remus Lupin [userpic]

(no subject)

April 6th, 2006 (04:00 pm)
sleepy

current mood: sleepy

Zzzzz....

Been doing this all day.

Remus Lupin [userpic]

(no subject)

April 6th, 2006 (02:21 am)

Clair has his potion! And just in time, too.

Remus Lupin [userpic]

(no subject)

April 1st, 2006 (07:39 pm)

It's not much, Remus' home. There's very little space and what space there is is taken up mostly with boxes. He has to light the stove with his wand and there's not much light to see by. Still, it keeps the rain out and it's more or less warm.

Remus Lupin [userpic]

A Matter of Interest

March 31st, 2006 (03:16 am)
contemplative

current mood: contemplative

Not long before I was detoured to this "Nexus," I overheard a conversation regarding a group of lycanthropes in the United States. Apparently, they regarded the term werewolf as derogatory, preferring the term lycanthropy patient or person(s) with lycanthropy. I'll not bother with any sort of observation that might be made about Americans and their preoccupation with making terminology as inoffencive as possible and concentrate, instead, on what else I'd heard. The group in question had drawn up lists and descriptions, enumerating the effects of the curse as "symptoms." Steering away from the obvious, they instead concentrated on the curse's effect on its victim when in human form, especially in recovery from transformation--things such as chronic pain as a result of extensive tissue and joint damage, and any number of ailments caused by the wildly fluctuating condition of the victim's brain, including attacks of panic, minor hallucinations, psychotic states, and seizures. Furthermore, they also made lists of the deletrious side-effects of Wolfsbane Potion, including loss of short-term memory, somnolence, fatigue, seizures, and fainting.

There are, of course, those who embrace the curse of lycanthropy and consider it a gift. But far more numerous are those who would agree with this group of Americans, that far from granting one power, virility, and superiority to humans, lycanthropy more closely resembles a debilitating illness.

One wonders what the people in this Nexus would think of such an idea.

  | 0 - 8 |