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Remus John Lupin; Gryffindor, 5th year
Topic Started: Aug 7 2009, 06:33 AM (476 Views)
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About You
What should we call you? *pokes username*
What is your gender? Female. Either that, or I've been wearing the wrong underpants.
How can we get in touch with you? But, but... I don't want to touch you! *shudders*
How did you know we were here? Oh, my other four characters gave me a clue.
Did you read all of the rules? Yes... Again. xD
Show us a sample post, from any game. A recent one would be nice. Doesn’t have to be the character you’re applying for. MAGICAL STRIPPER TIME.
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Though Candy Crystal Carlisle loved to complain about her job, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Strut about on stage, listen to some music, swap a bit of cherry chxpstxk with her dear friend Lexxxie. No, it was a pretty sweet gig, if she did say so herself. Sure, there were the gross older gents who sometimes got a bit too excited, and the boys who started thinking with their wands instead of their heads, but for the most part it was smooth sailing.
That particular night, the leggy redhead was entertaining at a Hogwarts party. She’d heard many tales about Hogwarts from her elder brother, but, being a squib, was never able to attend herself. Looking around at the students –especially a particularly devilish young man- she certainly wished she had. When he’d first called her to do the party, she’d had no idea just how handsome he was. Her cauldron brewed just thinking of him. It was rare for Candy to find her clients attractive, and it took away from how well she could do her job. Because of this, she attempted to focus on Lexxxie instead.
They weren’t wearing matching outfits that night, Candy instead opting for 4-inch boots, a dark red skirt (if you could call it a skirt), and a fitted black tank. Her hair was in gentle waves nearly to her waist, and Lexxxie had charmed her makeup to perfection. She knew she looked good, and she knew she had a power of these boys. Candy figured if she couldn’t be powerful through magic, she had to be powerful somehow. And, as she swayed about on stage, watching the boys watch her with looks of hunger, she knew she was succeeding.

How many characters do you currently have on this board? Four, which I know seems like a lot, but I definitely think I can handle taking on Remus. My other four are Doris Purkiss, Frank Longbottom, Horace Slughorn, and Alastor Moody. None of them would be very close to Remus, so no conflict of interest. ^___^
Anything else you want to tell us before we begin? Hmm... well, when my internet was out I wrote an app for Remus, but after much twiddling and editing it, it just didn't work. Here I start fresh. I'm terrified of messing him up, so be brutal with your constructive criticisms (only after I'm finished, please). Just don't make me cry. xD

About Your Character
Basics

Full name: Remus John Lupin
Nicknames: Moony, mainly, but I also get Remmy, Remmykins, Rem, Loony Lupin, Lupey, etc etc. As long as they're said in a friendly way, I don't really mind.
Ancestry: Half-Blood
Gender: I am, and always have been, a boy, no matter what Sirius and James may say.
Age: 15
Birthday: March 10, 1960
Sorted into: Gryffindor
Who do you follow? James and Sirius, as they are the natural leaders of our little group. I also follow the lunar cycle very closely.
Wand: 11 inches, birch, with unicorn hair. Extremely light and whippy, making it excellent for charms.
Personal
Sexuality: [Remus left this space empty on the questionnaire, but those of you from Neo will remember we came to the conclusion Remmy preferred wands to cauldrons (he prefers guys to gals, if you don't get our innuendo). So yes, Remus is most certainly gay, though he himself has yet to realizes it. He thinks about guys in that way, but he thinks that might just be normal... He's always been a curious young man, maybe this is just an extension of that. He doesn't share these thoughts with anyone, but that's just because he doesn't think they're very important. Besides, this year he's hoping to try dating a girl... Never getting too close, that'd be dangerous, but a date or two just to see if it changes the way he thinks about boys.]

Likes:

• The Marauders - how could anything else be first, really? They're my best friends, closer than best friends even, and mean more to me than they could know.

• Chocolate - Can anything ease sorrow like chocolate? My favourite is pure unadulterated milk chocolate from Honeydukes and the stuff Sirius gets from his Mum.

• Books - I like to read, plain and simple.

• My parents - I always thought it was normal to have parents who love unconditionally and dote on you, but after doing some reading I found many parents abandon their children after a bite. For keeping me and a million things more, I love Mum and Dad to bits.

• Madam Pomfrey - She's always been so sweet to me, especially around the time of my transformations; she reminds me of my Mum.

• The day after the full moon - Though I feel wretched (sore, stiff, gassy, very sleepy), I know it's another whole lunar cycle till I have to do it again.

• Hogwarts - I love this school, and I know how lucky I am to be here. I didn't think I would be able to come to Hogwarts after my bite and I appreciate the opportunity to study here very much. That's a big reason why I study so hard... I don't want Dumbledore to regret all he went through to get me here. Speaking of Dumbledore...

• Dumbledore! - My Dad told me just how much time and effort from both him and Dumbledore it took to get me to Hogwarts. I am exceedingly grateful to both of them.

• History of Magic - Yes, Binn drones on and on, but it's really quite fascinating material once you get into it! Though admittedly "getting into it" is a bit hard with Sirius goofing off only a few feet away.

• James, Sirius, and Peter - Because they deserve to be listed twice.

• Wintertime - I like seeing the world covered in white and having lots of snowball fights.

• Animals - Surprisingly, I have a natural way with animals. They just like me. Once, in Care of Magical Creatures, a unicorn came right up to me and put her head on my lap (if I ever forget that lovely memory, the boys are there to remind me).

Dislikes:

• Being a werewolf - DUH. Sorry, I know I sound like I'm being cavalier... Humor is one of the few ways left to deal with the whole big pile of shit that I often feel is my life.

• Fighting with the Marauders - A very close second.

• Lollies - Meh.

• Madam Pince - Instead of making reading fun and exciting, she simply makes you dread the clack-clack of her shoes, which signal her approach.

• The Blacks - No words can describe this, really.

• Music - Especially that wretched rock garbage Sirius likes. I'd prefer silence or, better yet, the nice crackle of a fire. That said, I don't dislike all music. Certain classical pieces are acceptable.

• Traveling - Perhaps because I grew up as a nomad, perhaps because I wouldn't have a reliable place to transform, perhaps because I'm just crazy. No matter the reason, Hogwarts and Home are good enough for me, I don't care to go anywhere else, thanks.

• The Shrieking Shack - It could be goddamn Buckingham Palace, and I'd still hate it. I appreciate that it's there for me though... does that make sense?

• Not being in control - My transformations rob me of my mind and free will, why would I want to do that to myself during the other 29 days? This is why I avoid alcoholic substances.

• Ancient Runes - I'm acing the course, but I find it to be tedious and uninteresting work.

Strengths:

• School - Yeah, after tests, I do the usual "Oh, I totally bombed it", but I know I did well. I always do well. That sounds arrogant, but I study really fucking hard, and I deserve the grades I get. There are lots of things in my life I don't deserve, but my excellent report card is not one of them.

• My Friends and Family - They provide me with strength when I have none left myself.

• Listening - I can't promise brilliant advice, but I promise to listen.

• Papers - This is truly where I excel... whenever I use spells in a practical application they're merely adequate, but my papers and research are consistently good.

• Teaching - I'm what you might call a natural.

Weaknesses:

• The Marauders - I'd take a killing curse for any of them in a heartbeat.

• Mum - I'd die for her too.

• Chocolate - Mmm... there's not much I wouldn't do for good chocolate.

• Quidditch - I'm not bad at flying exactly (I mean, I'm not good at it, but I can stay up... usually), but I can't fly AND catch balls AND avoid bludgers! I don't even really like watching, I probably wouldn't go to the games at all if it weren't for Sirius and James.

• Attachment - I know I'm too attached to the Marauders for my own good, just as I was to my parents before them. I can't help it.

Goals:
I'd love to be able to get a normal job someday, working as a teacher. I know how unlikely this is, because who'd want someone like me teaching their kids, but I still hope all the same. Hell, to be perfectly honest, I also spend more time that I ought to hoping for a cure. I know I should come to terms with it, however late at night, as the other boys snore, I can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be normal. But I digress. This category is goals, not pathetic pipe dreams that have no hope in hell of happening. More realistic things? Well, I wouldn't mind falling in love. It's just... complicated. When you love someone, you're at constant risk of hurting them. Yes, yes, love is pain, but for my significant other love could be real, searing, pain as I hurt him them during the full moon. All I know I can realistically hope for after school is living a single life in relative anonymity in London, with Peter, Sirius, and James as occasional companions. But they'll grow up, get married, have kids. So eventually I'll lose them, and I know it. Hey, there I go again, ignoring the subject at hand and talking about my fears instead. Okay, well here's the truth: I don't make realistic goals. I dream, because when you're future is as grim as mine, that's all you can do.

Fears:
I have two great fears both competing for the grand title of "Remus' Biggest Fear". The first is hurting someone whilst in my werewolf form and passing on this disgusting, horrendous condition. Whenever I read of a werewolf attack, I am consumed by this fear, and can't focus on anything the rest of the day. I must remain ever vigilant to be sure this never happens. The second thing is losing my friends. I'd be so utterly and completely lost without them. They'd be fine without me. It's hard to live with the knowledge that I need them far more than they could ever need me. Finding not one but three people who loe and accept me, furry little problem and all? If you're lucky, it happens once in your life, but it won't happen again. At the summit of both these fears is hurting one of my friends during my transformation, and turning them into something like me.

I also have the little adolescent fears of failing my OWLs, never falling in love, getting a Howler, etc. Unlike most of my peers, however, I hold these trivial fears in perspective.

Tics, Quirks & Habits:
I swear loads in my head. Most people are surprised by that. I try not to swear much out loud though, unless it's just the four of us. Also, I have this habit of turning into a werewolf every 30 days, like clockwork. I know, I know, I'm so talented. Oh, and on a more normal note, I play with my hair a lot. Not as much as James or Sirius, but I like twirling it during class when we aren't taking notes. It's funny how all three of us does that... Petie would probably do it too, if his hair was long enough. Oh, one more thing. Every Halloween I wear cute little wolf ears. You know, the kind on a headband that muggle kids wear? Mum sent me some my first Halloween at Hogwarts to make me laugh, but, of course, I was mortified, sure they were a dead giveaway as to the real me. I wanted to get rid of them as quickly as possible, but James caught me trying to set them on fire. He thought they were hilarious, and insisted I wear them. I told my Mum how my friends loved her present, and the next year she sent me another pair, this time in pink. I wore them again. By third year, the boys knew about my problem, which only increased our laughter when Mum sent a pair of leopard print wolf's ears. Fourth year was glow-in-the-dark. I'm actually quite looking forward to seeing what she sends this year.

Pet Peeves:
Discrimination is my absolute biggest pet peeve. Whether it's for being muggleborn, being gay, being a werewolf, having a weird shaped face... There's just no use for it, whatsoever. The world needs more love and chocolate, and less discrimination. This is why I have an extremely low tolerance for bullying. Unless James and Sirius do it... To be fair, they are usually provoked by Severus! It's not just their fault.

I find bodily functions rather gross, and I really don't appreciate when one of the guys burps or farts without at least an "Excuse Me". I mean, it’s just common courtesy really. I like it when people have good manners. That doesn’t mean they have to be proper and rigid, but chewing with your mouth closed and apologizing when you bump into someone is not too much to ask. Of course, Sirius, James, and Peter are again the exceptions.

Oh, and I do have one more... When I say "you decide", I really mean you decide!! What I want is for you to pick! It's not an invitation for you to shoot back with "Well, I want you to choose" or "I don't want to force you into something". I am very indecisive, and I genuinely do want you to pick. It's easier, really.

Favorite sounds and smells:
The smell of books and libraries, of old things. Freshly baked apple pie and chocolate. Our dorm, as gross as it is. Sirius' cologne stuff. Freshly laundered robes. Classrooms. Mum's hugs. Trees and herbs, but not flowers. The sound of morning. James' even, steady voice. Peter's funny little noises. Quill scratching on paper. Comfortable silences. The four of us laughing.

Have you ever met a boggart? What does it look like?
We inadvertently found a boggart in first year while exploring, and unfortunately I was the one standing in front of it before we ran away. It turned into a full moon. I had to convince the guys that I was afraid of nighttime which, for a prideful 11-year-old boy (as all 11-year-old boys are), was rather humiliating.

Can you cast Patronus? What does it look like? What memory do you use?
I can't really produce anything beyond a silvery wisp; I have a lot of trouble with the Patronus Charm. The memory I use is of the time in second year when, after a particularly painful transformation, I hobbled into the Hospital Wing to find Peter, James, and Sirius. I mumbled the worst swear word 12-year-old-me knew (surprisingly dirty), and felt my stomach hollow, just like it had when I'd seen my dad cry (see below). The gig was up, so to speak. I had lied to them about my whereabouts, and was too tired to try and think of some sort of explanation for my presence or haggard look. I gathered my last bits of courage and looked at them, expecting to see disgust or hate... But they were all smiling. Sirius hopped off the hospital bed and gave me a very painful hug, and said (to be honest, I was so exhausted I don't remember the exact words, but this is the gist of it) "We know Remus. We know about your, ah, furry little problem. And it's okay." And he gave me another bone-crushing hug. I couldn't stop smiling! I went over and hugged James (who couldn't get out of the hospital bed) and Peter. I later found out they all hexed themselves just to get into the hospital wing so they could see if I turned up. They did that, just for me!

What is the worst memory Dementors bring forward?
My worst memory is of the day after I was bitten, when I was in St. Mungo's. The pain was unbearable, and I was drifting in and out consciousness. My Dad came in during one of my more lucid moments, and told me what the bite meant. We both cried and cried. It was so scary being a young child of only six, and seeing my indestructible Dad weep over something I myself didn't quite understand.

If you were to find the Mirror of Erised, what would you see?
Easy... I'd be a shirtless teenage boy, standing under a full moon, not a scar on my body. Sirius, James, and Peter would be standing around me, laughing, and Mum and Dad would be standing behind me smiling proudly.

Tell me a couple secrets about yourself:
Besides the werewolf thing? I don't have many, at least not from the boys. One that even they don't know is that I don't love them all the same. I've never been able to love equally, there is always an order. It's constantly changing though, depending on their various behaviors. This applies to my parents as well. I usually love Mum most, except when we've had a fight. It doesn't mean I don't love Dad, I absolutely do, but I love Mum more. I know it's an awful thing to do, I know love shouldn't be so quantifiable, but I can't help it.

Personality:
I am near universally recognized as "the quiet Marauder", though occasionally it's "the bookish Marauder" or "the smart Marauder". All are accurate enough, I suppose, though James and Sirius are also quite smart... They just aren't defined by it, like I am. To the outside world I am Remus Lupin, a bright, fifth-year Gryffindor. I don't imagine other kids around the school think about me much; maybe I'd come up as an extension of James and Sirius, but never on my own. I fly just under their radar, which works for me. I'm quiet and obliging, with good manners and eloquent speech. Even around non-Marauder friends, I am the picture of shy, unassuming, imperfection. Teachers like me because I study hard and get good grades, but they never love me. I'm not brilliant in the outgoing manner of Sirius or James or the Prewetts. I get by on a lot of hard work and occasional tutoring sessions.

I have the three best friends in the world, which is especially important as I'm not terribly good at making friends. If I didn't have the Marauders, I'd probably be a loner. I do have a couple friendships outside our quartet, but they're more superficial and were formed over a long period of time. I can't just go up to someone and start a conversation. At least, not to anyone around my age. Being an only child, I spent most of my time pre-Hogwarts with my parents (and Healers, but that's another matter), so I've always been able to speak to adults. I can carry on a mature conversation about the news or weather with anyone over twenty-five, but when it comes to talking to people my age, I blank. That's how I knew I'd end up being friends with Peter, Sirius, and James in first year. I didn't blank around them.

Speaking of the guys, I'm a different Remus around them. I'm still relatively quiet and well-mannered, but I speak up more, and even tell jokes. My dry, sarcastic sense of humor comes forth. I can even get a tad obnoxious when discussing something of particular passion to me. I like who I can be around them. He's someone worth talking to, not a dull pushover.

I'm a textbook 'nice young man', right down to the flowers I send my Mum every Mother's Day. Admittedly, being a werewolf might not make it onto most peoples lists of desirable qualities for a son, but you get my point. I'm very separate from Moony; he doesn't dominate or define me. It's hard maintaining that separation at times, it'd be so easy to just give in and give up, but I have too many people counting on me to be strong. I can't help but be a bit of a pessimist though. I always encourage others to look on the bright side and to find the silver lining, but I can't seem to do that myself.

Looks
Distinguishing Features: Scars, scars, oh the scars! The guys and I make up implausible stories about how each one was obtained (the one on my left hand is from a feisty Veela who bit me while we were in throes of passion). It doesn't erase the disgust of seeing myself shirtless, but it makes me feel slightly better. The most unique ones, by which you could identify me post-mortem, would be the four slashes forming a box around my right nipple (you can only imagine the story we have for that!).

Not-so-distinguishing features: Hmm... how about the fact that once a month I become a terrible flesh-consuming monster? No, you want something else? Well, I know this sounds weird, but I don't have much body hair. I mean, obviously I've got some under my arms and down, er, *cough*, but my chest and arms and legs are extremely smooth. I believe James once likened it to a muggle swimmer. I secretly think it's the boy part of me trying to make itself as different as possible from the wolf part of me.

Appearance: I look like a fairly average 15-year-old boy. Not handsome, but not entirely repulsive (provided you see me with all my clothes on)... I'm nearly 5'8, making me just over an inch shorter than Sirius and a few hairs shorter than James. Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. It's probably closer to 5'7. I hope. Whatever, height doesn't count for everything, especially when you've got a body like mine. No, no, I'm not complimenting myself. I'm saying no one would want to be *ahem* close to anyone with a body like mine, no matter if that body were six feet tall. Scars aside, I'm disgustingly pale, with my skin getting a tinge of grey around the full moon. I'm scrawny and bony, and I've been told I look like I could keel over any day now. I do have a small amount of muscle tone from my transformations, but it's so minimal you'd never notice. Hell, it's probably just wishful thinking on my part.

On top of that, my face always looks wrong. Like the rest of my body, my face is pointy, with a strong chin, cheekbones, and a "ski slope" nose. My eyes are quite wide, with long lashes, and a plain brown color. My hair is also of a plain brown color, very common and dull. The only way you could pick out my hair in a line up would be my few gray hairs. My hair doesn't really have a cut or style, with the longest bits an inch or so above my shoulders.

Because I am so skinny, I like to wear a bit of padding to bulk myself out. Under my shirt and tie, I usually wear another shirt, and sometimes even a thin sweater. I just tell the guys it's because I'm always cold (also true). My Mum still buys most of my clothes, which are all rather plain. It's not her fault though, she knows plain clothes are the only kind I'll wear. Trust me, people don't give you a second thought if you're in a plain brown shirt and jeans. I like blending in, and my clothes reflect that. Besides, I don't really care much for fancy dress or doing my hair or anything like that (unlike a couple blokes I could name). I'm quite content to hide my sickly, scar-covered body in the most comfortable, drab thing I can find.

Place of Birth: Somewhere in Germany. Mum and Dad were quite nomadic before they had me, and decided a kid shouldn't stop them, so they continued with this lifestyle through my birth and well into my childhood.

Immediate family: Mum and Dad, who have been mentioned many times before. I do love them dearly.

Extended family: Nope, we didn't come out of hiding till after my bite, and none of them wanted to associate with someone like me.

Other important people: Tempting as it is to list them under family, I shall put Sirius, James, and Peter here. A bit about why I love each of them, in no particular order:

Sirius - Oh god, what can I say? There are so many great things. I love how Sirius is so comfortable with himself, just puts himself out there, without any care for what people say or think. He's a Black, he could be friends with anyone, he could have everything, and yet he's friends with a grumpy teenage werewolf. Sirius is a 'player' (that word sounds so foreign coming from me!) with girls, but I have no doubt he is wholly and eternally loyal to us. He can get quite moody, especially before and after breaks, but with a family like that it's understandable.

James - James is just wonderful. I'm jealous of both James and Sirius (hell, I'm even jealous of Peter, he's not a werewolf!), but I'm most jealous of James. He's not quite as sharp or handsome as Sirius, but he's more... whole. He doesn't have the same dark bits. James is hilarious, and an extremely accessible and relatable person. He always has a smile and a helping hand for a Gryffindor in need (though there might be a prank buzzer on the inside of that hand). His pranks are genius, and he would never hurt anyone by them... Well except Severus, perhaps. That's one thing I'm not quite so fond of about James and Sirius. I don't like how they can be bullies. We've argued about it on occasion, but I can never stay mad at them... besides, friends accept their friends flaws right?

Peter - Ahh, Petie. My partner in being "that other Marauder". I never got the same adoration from Peter as James and Sirius; when they're around he's always showing off and trying to get their attention, but when it's just the two of us he's more mellow. I'm not really offended, I'm not one for fancy shows anyways. Peter would hate me for saying this, but he's very kind-hearted and sweet. He's also quite smart when he's given the time to work through concepts, without pressure, as he does when I help him with homework. Peter never sparkles outrageously like Sirius and James, but he does sparkle, in a more understated way. Peter is eager to try new things, and is always up for an adventure, qualities which endear him more to James and Sirius than me. Sometimes he does take my side though, and together we keep James and Sirius in check.

The four of us are a table; if one leg was missing we'd fall.
Yes, I'm quite fond of that metaphor.

Pets: The various animals of my housemates and the Hogwarts grounds... I have an affinity for animals, but I don't own one.

History:
I will start with a brief summation of how I perceived my childhood, after which I'll explain why everything really happened. My dad only shared the truth with me recently, and it's still a bit of a shock.

I was a very happy young boy. I was filled with zest for life and learning, always reading or exploring the world around me. Our nomadic lifestyle suited my attitude perfectly; the more places we got to visit, the more I could see! I never wondered why we moved from place to place or why Mum and Dad never worked, a five year old child doesn't wonder such things, he simply assumes his life is normal. I had Mum and Dad, and they provided me with everything I could possibly need. Life went dramatically downhill when we moved to a small cottage in the English countryside. Mum and Dad began to argue, I remember that clearly, and I suddenly I was spending much time alone, locked in my bedroom. I had my books, which provided some comfort, but no company. Like I said, I was a bright boy, and I quickly found a way to sneak out my window. I'd explore the wood outside, and take my imaginary friends on adventures. Then, one late night, Mum and Dad were fighting again. I didn't want to hear it, so I sneaked out. My last memory is looking up at the sky and thinking how pretty the full moon was.

Now to answer the whys, I'll have to go back a few years before I was born. Mary and John Lupin were madly in love, but also young and stupid. John managed to piss off notorious Fenrir Greyback, though I still don't know how. Everyone knew Fenrir would be out for revenge, and so John and Mary went on the run. Mary had a sizable estate which they could survive on, and with that entirely withdrawn from Gringotts, they left England. The pair all but disappeared, losing all contact with friends and family. They didn't have much, but they had each other, and that was enough for them. Then Mary found out she was pregnant. They didn't know how it could've happened, they'd always been so careful, and yet, somehow, there was a tiny life growing inside her. A tiny life who would be the perfect target for Fenrir's revenge.

They planned on giving up the baby once he was born, but in the end they couldn't do it. He was too sweet, too precious, too perfect (Dad's words, not mine). They justified it by saying Fenrir could find the boy if they left him with another family, and that they could protect him. Besides, they hadn't heard a whisper of Fenrir in their entire two years on the run. They kept him and named him Remus.

He was their prince, their whole world, and he loved them right back with just as much enthusiasm. They were the perfect little family, despite their unorthodox lifestyle. Unfortunately, by Remus' six birthday, they were out of money. The pair had been so frugal, making it last nearly eight years, but they were done. For a few weeks John picked up odd jobs, but they never made enough for him to provide for his family. This is when the arguments started. John wanted to get a small place back in Britain, a cottage, somewhere Fenrir couldn't find them. He could get a job under a different name, and they could live happily. Mary wanted to continue running. It would be hard without much money, but they could get by. Eventually John won.

They rented a small cottage, and John got a muggle job. He had no credentials, so the pay was shit, and Mary ended up having to get a job too. They left their son locked in his room with his books, the neighborhood babysitter watching TV downstairs, just in case. She wasn't allowed to let Remus out though, that'd be too risky. When they were home, instead of doting on the boy as they had before, they argued. Mary wanted to leave this wretched place, it was no better than running, but John insisted they stay. Remus would sit in his room and cry. It was during one such argument that he decided to leave the house and was attacked by Fenrir Greyback, who never forgot a grudge.

Yeah... I KNOW. Pretty crazy. I was in shock when Dad first told me. Anyways, depressing as that whole epic tales sounds, I really had a very happy childhood before my bite. Even the time after wasn't so bad, in hindsight. Mum and Dad were so attentive, the picture of perfect parents. We moved near London, to be near the hospital, and they built me a special place to transform. They did everything and more. We didn't have to hide anymore, so Dad got a decent wizarding job, and Mum could stay home with me. The first two years after my bite were especially brutal, I couldn't have survived without such wonderful parents... I can genuinely say I started feeling happy again around the time I found out I could go to Hogwarts.

It was a surprise, actually. Mum and Dad had told me I wouldn't be able to go when I first got my bite, and I had grown to accept it. Then I got my letter. I totally spazzed out, jumping up and down, screaming, I was so unbelievably happy (the first time I tried the Patronus Charm I used this memory till I remembered the time in the Hospital Wing). Dad said "What's that son?" and I told him, and he and Mum acted all surprised. Little did I know they'd spent the last months working with Dumbledore to make sure this happened for me.

So I went off to school, more scared than I thought I'd be. As we drove to the train I begged to go home; I said I could stay with them forever. I'm glad they didn't listen. I met James, Peter, and Sirius on the train and the rest, as they say, is History. Well... not quite. I didn't like them much at first, to be honest. Sirius and James scared me, they were so loud and enthusiastic. I wasn't used to people like that in my quiet little world. After a few weeks together, however, everything fell into place.

I am surprisingly happy at Hogwarts. The happiest moments are when I forget. They don't happen very often, but every now and then I'm with James, Sirius, and Peter, and we're doing something fun and crazy (and usually a bit stupid) and I forget I'm a werewolf. I mean, logically I know I haven't really forgotten. But it feels like I have, and that is ecstasy.

Misc
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So I was on photobucket, searching for Remus stuff, and I came across this signature picture... I don't normally use this kind of art, but this guy looks a lot like my Remus, so I had to include it! By ihearvoices77 on photobucket

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Peter, Remus, Sirius, and James perfectly brought to life by Marta from artdungeon.net.

This is the end of our tour. Please continue towards the nearest exit. (: Seriously though, I hope you enjoyed my application, and I'd love any suggestions/constructive criticism.
OH, by the way, the unicorn story was shamelessly stolen from Spider, with permission of course. :$

Edited by Gem, Aug 9 2009, 04:57 AM.
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Okay, yeah, I've been reading and rereading and being distracted and...

You know I love your Remus. And his unicorn.

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