Remus J Lupin Mon May 30, 2011 4:12 pmAfter he had helped the 1st years find the common room he had excused him self and gone straight to the Hospital wing. After getting propperly chewed out by madame Pomfrey she set to work on tending his wounds. Most were nearly healed so she could do nothing on them and for thoes she gave him a pain reduces swave.
So long and short he was feeling loads better as he left. He then made the rounds with his teachers. The moon now only a day away. He normally got the next weeks asignments a week ahead so he couuld work on them before the moon - rather than play catch up.
As he walked back with loads of books and scrolls in his arms he had alot on his mind. His mothers's passing, the reasons attached to it. It had really just started to hit him, now that surving wasn't his focus....his insides knotted a little at that.
The others had managed to be animiagus, he was proud of them...but that also terrifed him. They had only been able to see him down before and clean him up afterwards. None of them had ever gotten stupid enough to get close to him during the moons.
He was terrifed he would kill them, he had no realization of what happened during the moons - just one big black out. What if he came to and found the only family he had..dead.. at his hands.
He swallowed as he climbed the steps to the common room.
That is to say nothing of what they would think of him after finally seeing what he was...would they ever see him the same way?
Then of course was the problem with Sirius. He had become quiet sure during the last week when they shared a flat that this was more than some 'wolf quirk'. He knew what he felt...he knew how his body reacted when the other was close.
He knew that it was absolutely pointless because what would he get from telling Sirius? Aside from a broken jaw...and a broken friendship? Absolutely nothing.
Sirius may not think much of the moths that flapped about...but every one of them was a damn sight better than a mangy wolf - to say nothing of te whole gay thing.
He was so frustrated (a day from the moon didn't help) He had what thoes bimbos did and more, He could match him in conversation and he knew he knew him better than they did. But no...
He came into the room placing the books on the desk. His eyes found Sirius surrounded by his admirers. Some played in his hair or sat near by, finding any excuse to lay a hand on him. One 17 year was trying to get in his lap cooning on about how great he was on the pitch.
He turned his attention back to laying the books out, his eyes cutting back over at them.
Nno, they get his attention. What the fuck did they ever do to deserve it? He barely bit back a growl, and after a terrifed look around it seemed thankfully none had heard him. He slammed the book in his hand down and with no further reasoning stormed up into his dorm room.
So long and short he was feeling loads better as he left. He then made the rounds with his teachers. The moon now only a day away. He normally got the next weeks asignments a week ahead so he couuld work on them before the moon - rather than play catch up.
As he walked back with loads of books and scrolls in his arms he had alot on his mind. His mothers's passing, the reasons attached to it. It had really just started to hit him, now that surving wasn't his focus....his insides knotted a little at that.
The others had managed to be animiagus, he was proud of them...but that also terrifed him. They had only been able to see him down before and clean him up afterwards. None of them had ever gotten stupid enough to get close to him during the moons.
He was terrifed he would kill them, he had no realization of what happened during the moons - just one big black out. What if he came to and found the only family he had..dead.. at his hands.
He swallowed as he climbed the steps to the common room.
That is to say nothing of what they would think of him after finally seeing what he was...would they ever see him the same way?
Then of course was the problem with Sirius. He had become quiet sure during the last week when they shared a flat that this was more than some 'wolf quirk'. He knew what he felt...he knew how his body reacted when the other was close.
He knew that it was absolutely pointless because what would he get from telling Sirius? Aside from a broken jaw...and a broken friendship? Absolutely nothing.
Sirius may not think much of the moths that flapped about...but every one of them was a damn sight better than a mangy wolf - to say nothing of te whole gay thing.
He was so frustrated (a day from the moon didn't help) He had what thoes bimbos did and more, He could match him in conversation and he knew he knew him better than they did. But no...
He came into the room placing the books on the desk. His eyes found Sirius surrounded by his admirers. Some played in his hair or sat near by, finding any excuse to lay a hand on him. One 17 year was trying to get in his lap cooning on about how great he was on the pitch.
He turned his attention back to laying the books out, his eyes cutting back over at them.
Nno, they get his attention. What the fuck did they ever do to deserve it? He barely bit back a growl, and after a terrifed look around it seemed thankfully none had heard him. He slammed the book in his hand down and with no further reasoning stormed up into his dorm room.
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