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Post by REMUS JOHN LUPIN on Apr 11, 2011 20:51:19 GMT
The Revolution Has Begun "There's no need to call me sir Professor."
FULL NAME: Remus John Lupin - "The name Remus refers to one of the mythical founders of Rome who was suckled by a she-wolf - some irony there, one feels. Needless to say, my mother had a bit of a thing for Greek and Roman mythology. Thank Merlin she can't see what's become of me."
NICKNAMES: Moony - as referred to by the mauraders, this particular nickname makes Remus a tad whistful nowadays, as it speaks to a time when things were much simpler, a time that he is well aware that he will never be able to recapture, no matter how hard he tries. Of the lot of them, Remus has always been the most realistic.
AGE: 42
BIRTHDAY: March 10th - A dreary day in an equally dreary month, often accompanied by rain. That's the one thing people tend forget when they think about the beginning of spring...all of the mud, and rain, and copious amounts of soul sucking gray.
SEXUALIY: Bisexual, also known as straight but flexible. Generally attracted to woman, Remus is an admitted(ly hopeless) romantic, and believes that anyone can come to love another human being regardless of gender. "Sirius? No, were not that close...I do not sound wistful, Prongs!"
BLOODLINE: Half-blood HOUSE: Gryffindor YEAR: Graduated JOB: Auror SIDE: The Order SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: Werewolf CANON: Yes
"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Remus is, perhaps, one of the most world-weary individuals you'll ever chance to meet. Often tired to the point of looking sickly, with gaunt features and pale skin (especially on the eve of a full moon), he will be the first to tell you that he's all knees and elbows, that is to say that he never quite grew into his long limbs and lacks the grace and confidence that most individuals come to possess later in life.
What might have passed for an attractive form during his Hogwarts days is now as shabby and worn as his clothing (though with Tonks's care he seems to have few sweaters and robes with holes in them these days, so one might consider that an improvement of sorts). His left shoulder boasts a nasty bite mark that never quite healed properly, which serves as something of a 'memento' from none other than Fenrir Greyback, Remus's own personal devil. A host of smaller, much more recent scars litter has back, face, and arms. They look suspiciously like claw marks. As such, Remus sees himself as damaged goods, a marked monster that no one could find attractive in the least. Tonks, however, appears to exist for the sole purpose of proving him wrong in that regard.
Despite Tonk's care, however, Remus still seems to prefer the familiarity of well-worn and often raggedy looking clothing. He possesses a particular fondness of old sweaters, which he sees as the epitome of comfort, if not of fashion.
MOST LIKED FEATURE: None - there are still far too many days when Remus looks in the mirror and sees a monster. MOST HATED FEATURE: See above. HERITAGE: English ETHNICITY: Caucasian
"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."
GENERAL PERSONALITY: Remus is a host of complexities. He rarely speaks about himself, personal questions are often avoided by a quick jibe or self-deprecating joke. He is not one to commandeer the conversation - in fact, he so very rarely speaks apart from vague, noncommittal comments that - if it were not for his most direct, invigorated gaze, people would wonder if he was actually listening. Having one deep secret seems to have acquainted the boy with them all, and though he could never lie to anyone's face (he always gives himself away) he is brilliant at lying through omission. He prefers not to mention certain things about himself, lest these things should lead into the more personal and important. Opinions are hard to wrest from Remus Lupin, he uses words like ‘perhaps’ and ‘possibly’ too often to be ever really sure what his fixed opinion is. He is an expert at teetering on the fence, seeing everyone’s points of view without ever deciding on his own. He is too polite to be commanding, too quiet to make himself heard. He seems almost two-dimensional in his personality, easily read and then decided upon. But very few people truly understand the boy (realize why he acts the way he does, the hurried abstract little motions of his hands, the way his eyes crease whenever he has caught a particular brand of humor). Still, despite this small distraction, he is an easy enough boy to talk to his. Once involved in conversation, it is easy to forget how little input he actually gives, distracted by warm brown eyes which focus as if there was no one in the world more important then you. He is an excellent listener in that sense. His pose always inviting, his nervous smile encouraging and his small 'mmm's and 'mhm's of agreement enough to assure you that he is listening. It is for this quality that people generally like Remus. He may not be rash or charming like James Potter or Sirius Black, but when you talk to him, he really listens and he understands. Which is the most any distraught person could ever wish for.
Apart from his rather docile and quiet temperament (a real blessing when one is living with boys like Peter, Sirius and James) he is also quite intelligent, a trait made obvious by the novels he is constantly absorbed in, the facts he spouts and the grammar he constantly corrects ('You know, really it works as a transitive verb so you don't really need to preposition. You could have just said 'whom.') He is pointedly intellectual in his ways, in the sweaters with moth holes in the sleeves and ink stains on the elbows, and he looks and acts more like an ex-Ravenclaw then a Gryffindor. There is a certain charm, though rarely recognized, in the strange mixture of facts and quotations that litter his conversation. Some people find him rather dry and straight laced, unusual in his excellently researched papers and annoying in his habit of almost always being right when asked a question. Though not the most brilliant boy in Hogwarts, he was a reliable boy to ask questions of (and in the case of Sirius, James and occasionally Peter, to copy assignments off). In some ways, it was difficult to understand why the Marauders included Remus at all - or consequently, why a nice boy like Lupin would hang out with those sorts of ruffians. But there were days when it was apparent, when the full moon was far off and he sat at the breakfast table with a half-smile and joins in the quips, inserting his own more critical brand of humor. Though not particularly funny, he has the sort of jokes that need to be caught in conversation, otherwise they might slide right past. Like many things about him, they need to be examined to be appreciated. He is quiet. He is oblique. And he is easily ignored. But there is something special about him anyway (something undefined, hidden beneath layers of dust and worrying fingertips) that made him part of the group. Made him, for one of the first times in his life, belong somewhere.
In many senses, Remus is something of a bore, at least to anyone who appreciates a regular dose of excitement in their day. He enjoys rules, something which is somewhat of an oddity considering the company he used to keep. He can often appear quite a stick-in-the-mud, reluctant to join in pranks when he was younger and always the brooding, moral sense in the background. He never appreciated the humor of farting tea cozies, or setting the end of Snivellous' robes aflame. But nor did he ever stop them from attempting it (and, once bribed or cajoled, he was willing to do almost anything to aid them in it). Though a part of him might of felt guilty about his actions, Remus finds it extremely difficult to like Snape - though believe me, it doesn’t stop him from trying - and thus found his naturally good judgement clouded by two conflicting views of both friendship and prejudice. He is quite the pushover should he feel he will encounter dislike. He would stand his ground as long as he feels his friends don't mind, but as soon as one should insinuate real disapproval, Remus folded like a house of cards. Underneath everything he is lacking in self-confidence. Having never dreamt he would have friends, he was then hesitant to risk loosing them, and did what needs be to done to earn their approval. One of his worst fears was suddenly spurning those friends he had by some miracle gained, and no matter how disapproving he might feel, he was likely to do what they ask. No matter the consequences. Nor would he hold a grudge against them for long. They did not always treat Remus particularly well - he was often the butt of their jokes, especially when Peter is not around to take his place. But he felt he was lucky to even claim an acquaintance with boys like Sirius and James - especially when he was so obviously their inferior. When they know his secret (the event he had spent his whole first year intermittently lying and brooding over) he was more appreciative then ever - it takes a special type of friendship to willingly spend time with the type of dark creature you read about in textbooks, let alone share a room with one. Now the Order, all participants in his great secrets, give him the same kind of acceptance. But they don’t always seem to understand what it means, how tight the bloodlust holds him, and how little consciousness remains once he transforms, he has not done very much to acquaint them with the facts. A rather insane part of him feels that, if they knew what the transformations were really like, they wouldn’t want to be around him any more.
However, despite the meekness and malleability he displays, there is also the Gryffindor. Though Remus sometimes feels he was placed in the house simply because he asked to be (Christ Lupin, you're more like a Ravenclaw then ever) there are parts of Remus which sometimes show themselves and suggest differently. Though easily manipulated, the wolf has hardened him in such a way that pain means very little to him and no matter how many times he has been knocked down it never prevents him from getting back up again. Each month he suffers through wounds with little resentment, his own discomfort means very little to him, and he does not resent the pain he is inflicted with month after month. Rather then growing uselessly angry at his own injustices, he accepts it with a rather ridiculous complacency, as if he should have expected such things all along. In fact, he tends to unconsciously punish himself, forbid things he might have otherwise been able to experience - invent excuses to do with his condition to disguise the fear he has of rushing into things he will later regret. He learned early to protect himself, and the older he becomes, the more barriers he sets up between himself and the world. His friends and loved ones are perhaps his single most vulnerable point, the people who could easily hurt him. With a great tolerance for injustice, for humiliation and with hurt (all things he has been acquainted with early on) he seems much older then he really is, and maturity exudes from him like a solemn sort of force. He does not seem to fear much (past his own demons) and in a crisis, it can be ensured that it is Lupin who keeps his head. He is fearless in his own, quiet way, brave without being ostentatious. Everyone displays bravery in their own manner, and though Remus is not rash nor foolhardy, he isn't afraid either and is the sort of person one could easily depend upon. And those who know this often do. He is also an excellent duelist, talented with offensive charms as well as non-verbal magic, and is one of the few people to rise from a battle unharmed. Experienced has continued to harden him, and things which would of first surprised or disgusted him long stopped making an impact.
Remus Lupin is pathetically (and often annoyingly) polite. He can’t help it. He gets nervous and then the words just sort of come out. It’s reflexive, like getting your knee banged by the doctor’s hammer. But social situations terrify him - he’d spent most of his youth alone with only books for company, and as he aged he forgot how to act with people. The Marauders he had grown comfortable with, but everyone else he is nervous, he fidgets, and he says predictable things until people eventually become bored and leave him alone. It isn’t that he doesn’t like people, he just seems to lack that one quality that is essential to human interaction. Ease. He measures his speech like it were some sort of equation, often doubting his words directly after he has uttered them, and feeling stupid and vulnerable whenever forced amongst strangers. Still, no one can really dislike the man. He is not handsome or charming, but he has a certain something - an easy going, temperate nature, and a natural quiet affability that keep him on good terms with everyone he meets. But he cannot extinguish awkward situations (politeness only works to increase the already unnatural air) or talk his way out of a scrape. He doesn’t charm with his easy manner, or say all the right things. In fact, he is so pathetically useless most of the time, that people tend to feel rather sorry for him. His bent turns not to words, but to listening. That requires very little eloquence on his part, simply a willing ear and kind, mumbled affirmations - things Remus possesses in plenitude. Thus he is the person people look to whenever in a bind. Explain their problems, just to get a weight off their chest. He is not really what one would expect of a werewolf, there is no cruelty behind his rather ungainly features, and he is all quiet, unimposing kindness in his words and actions. Still, stark and measured to a fault, there is something rather sterile and unreal about him. As if every word was just a disguise, exuded layer after layer like a pearl.
As closed off as he ultimately appears to be, more breaks through his shell then Remus prefers to let on. He is not completely foreign to wants, and the wish to have a normal life is perhaps the most pervasive thing he has ever known. When he was younger he often wished for a miracle, that the Ministry research wasn’t just to keep tabs on dangerous creatures, and that they were actually trying to find some some cure for lycanthropy. That one day he will look upon a full moon with human eyes, and not fear what monsters it brings out in him. But with the years came a better conception of reality, and Remus has all but given up on the thought that anything will ever be done for werewolves. They are monsters, after all, and he should think himself lucky to even have half the privileges of any wizard. Though his parents had tried to protect him from the bias of society, he is familiar with their abuses now, and has been thrown from shops or rejected from jobs enough times to realize what he can and cannot do. The equality he was familiar with at Hogwarts had all but disappeared, and Remus is beginning to feel that he is an entirely different creature then his friends. The werewolf is him, he cannot avoid that truth any longer, and though he may smile and laugh with the rest of them, he’s not really a part of it. When he was younger, he could make a joke of it. Make it mean secrets and friendships and romps in the moonlight. Nicknames and notes passed in class. But not anymore. So as the war draws to its peak, Remus grows quieter. More secretive. Closes himself off from even those who know and love him, talking little about his life and refusing any offers to help as if they were invasive and unwanted. As people are looking to one another for support, Remus is slowly withdrawing, making himself difficult to trust. Times such as these bring out the worst in people, and Lupin is beginning to acquaint himself with the wolf, that part of him he has often wished to deny or erase.
HOBBIES: - reading
- collecting old volumes of muggle poetry
- organizing things - "I am not ocd!" and Sirius's knowing look"...well not very ocd."
DISLIKES:- Voldemort
- Fenrir Greyback
- being a werewolf
- lying - he's not particularly good at it anyhow.
- being unable to protect those he cares about
- potions - Remus never had the knack for brewing,despite his best efforts.
- deatheaters
- the Ministry
- the cold
- being disliked
- careless mistakes - "Moony, you're a bloody perfectionist, you know that?"
LIKES:- tea
- poetry
- sweaters
- the Order
- old books
- organization
- the romantics
- doing research
- the Marauders
- the Potters
- teaching
- classical, jazz, and punk (a guilty pleasure)
FEARS: - That he’ll lose control and harm (or kill) someone he cares about.
- That he’ll eventually build up a tolerance to Wolfsbane.
- Abandonment – it’s silly really, and he knows it, but Remus can’t quite shake the feeling that everyone is going to leave him one day – James, Sirius, Tonks, Lily, Harry, the kids…
SECRETS:- Remus blames himself for Fenrir’s attack on Marian. – alright, so this isn’t much of a secret, anyone who knows Remus can see the guilt slowly eating away at him, but he still thinks it’s a secret.
- Remus had a crush on Sirius when they were younger. He never told anyone, but suspects that James knew.
"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."
GENERAL HISTORY: John Lupin worked as an auror, was quite well-known within his field and handsome and daring enough that people found it odd when he stooped to marrying a pretty muggle girl he encountered one day on duty, but love works in mysterious ways, and, for the first years of their lives the family was happy. Though they had never wanted children, they adored the one they ended up having and - it seemed - things were likely to continue in good fortune for a long time to come. That is, until Remus turned six.
John Lupin had always been rash and unthinking. It was what made him a good auror, but also what put him and his family in danger. So when he announced that aurors would be cracking down harder then ever on the local werewolf population which was terrorizing the general populous, it was no surprise when he ruffled some fur - literally. Fenrir Greyback, leader of the werewolf pack and general menace had no problem hunting the auror's family down (even when John attempted to move them out into the country, cutting off all contacts and hiding out in general obscurity). But of all the things John had suspected Greyback might do if he had found them, turning his son into a werewolf was the last thing he had ever thought. Greyback was known for biting young chidren and raising them within his pack (cleansing them of what little humanity they possessed) and had John not arrived when he did, the same may have happened to Remus. As it was, their young son was cursed with lycanthropy. And their lives changed forever.
John lost his job as an auror (such a close connection with a dark creature was likely to cloud his judgement). And though he was provided with another desk job within the ministry as compensation the pay was lower, and the Lupin family began to struggle to make ends meet. Marilyn quit her job so she could look after her son, watch him before full moons, care for him afterward, and take him to his meetings at the registry where his stats were recorded and they ensured he was not an immediate danger to society. Danger was now something the family lived with. Though they did not stop loving their child, both parents were aware that their son could kill them, a thing which alters the familial relationships forever. John Lupin became rough and unapproachable, and even now his relationship with his son Remus is strained at best. Father and son barely relate, and by looking at him it is difficult to find what traits of his the son inherited. Both in looks and in personality, Remus resembles his mother, and the two are particularly close. Kind, soft-spoken and understanding, she encouraged a love of literature in her son by purchasing him books to read after the full moon.
Having been home-schooled before Hogwarts (parents stating their son had 'an illness which made it impossible for him to be away from their home') neither mother nor father had ever expected their son to be admitted into Hogwarts. Should he display any magical ability, they assumed his lycanthropy would be the final roadblock. Why should a school put the entire student population at risk in order to give one boy a chance for a different life? Though this question was still rather obtuse, it was answered by one Albus Dumbledore in the form of a crisp white letter of admittance. If being bitten had altered Remus' life forever, then Hogwarts had done the same. Filled with nervous apprehension the entire way there, he had hidden behind a book inside the train compartment, barely responding to the pink-cheeked boy who attempted to engage him in conversation. When they changed into their uniforms his fingers trembled so badly that he could barely do up his tie (ridiculous, this is ridiculous) and when McGonagall sent a disapproving look in the direction of his disgruntled uniform, he shrunk backwards, embarrassed and struggled with it further until a boy behind him said 'here, let me' (aristocratic lilt to his voice, well-spoken and perfect pronounciation) and did it for him.
Meeting Sirius, James and Peter was unexpected, but appreciated nonetheless. The boy on the train had been Peter, and this time as he sat at the Gryffindor table, Remus was actually able to respond. It had been Peter (not Sirius or James) who had suggested the forth bed go to Remus, who really didn't know anyone else and 'he's an alright chap, isn't he?' He would like to say they were all fast friends from the start, but that wouldn't be true. He, Peter and James were. But first-year SIrius was unpredictable, rash and angry for no reason, a pureblood stuck out of his area of expertise and though he and James got along fine he really did not seem to appreciate the presence of the others. To Sirius, Remus was nothing but a wet-blanket, nothing particularly interesting about his books and ratty sweaters, and not really worth the time. To Remus, Sirius was intimidating, and difficult to be around for prolonged periods. But it didn't take long for Remus to begin to understand ('his parents - y'know - they're not very nice' and that is the understatement of the year, but alright) and for a silent agreement to be made. Remus did not get in his way, and everything ran smoothly. For once in his life, Remus had friends, and though he lied to them constantly ('My grandmother is sick', 'I think I have the flu') as long as they didn't find out he was a werewolf, then everything would be alright. Unfortunately for Remus, at the end of the first year they figured it out (you've had three sick grandmas in one year!) but luckily, they just didn't seem to care.
They treat his lycanthropy like one big joke. Make nicknames. Change it into something that means secrets and friendships rather then what it really is. And though Remus knows they're wrong, but he lets them, because he likes to pretend that it isn't anything bad either. But still, despite much of their outward flippancy he notices some odd behavior in his friends (conversations which stop as soon as he enters the room) and Remus is frightened that perhaps they don't want him around. Maybe (just maybe) they have begun to understand what he really is. But Remus does his best to continue to be obliging, lets them get away with even more, and he's not sure what he would do if he suddenly lost the friends he had come to appreciate so much. Every year runs the risk of being discovered, of someone finding the tunnel to the shrieking shack and getting killed (or worse, turned) and the only thing which really makes it all worth it is that twenty-four days out a month he can feel like a normal boy.
Remus reads his own life like a timeline, the quiet periods fading into a vague blend of whites and grays, unimportant and not worth mentioning. He can't tell you what year he graduated Hogwarts, or how much he'd paid for his first flat. He isn't sure how long he lived on his own until he stopped paying the heat, buying food, and when exactly Sirius forced him to move in with him. ('Go splitzies on the rent, of course. Like any other lodger.') This was a period of friendships and of Deatheaters, of weddings and missing persons reports, the good and the bad so intwined that Remus cannot say whether he had been happy or miserable. But he can tell you the day his best friends were attacked and survived, the day he married the breathtaking Nymphadora Tonks, the day he finally agreed to move in with her - a place of their own at long last, when they had each of their children, and the day Marian was bitten. He blames himself of course. He should have been there, should have fought harder, should have, would, have could have. Even now, years later, the guilt continues to gnaw at him, darkening his soul and causing him to dote upon her.
When his children started on at Hogwarts, Remus had little idea what to do with himself. He began to withdraw, to worry Tonks and, in turn, to hate himself for doing so. When Dumbledore offered him the position at Hogwarts, it seemed like just another favor. Something else Remus would owe him for. And, had he not been so desperate, feeling trapped with no other options (with a family to help support), he might have rejected his offer entirely. But the thought of returning to Hogwarts - the one place he had ever been truly happy - was too enticing to resist. Now, Remus teaches Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts whilst keeping an eye on his children (and giving them the occasional bit of fatherly advice).
FAMILY: Mother: Marilyn Lupin Father: John Lupin Wife: Nymphadora Lupin nee Tonks Daughter(s): Piper Lupin & Marian Lupin Sons: Luke Lupin
"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: It was rather hard to believe that someone would even bother if they had no intention of looking up the proper answer and yet there it was in front of him, plain as day. If asphodel and wormwood are mixed together they form an elixir that restores and regulates a wizard's bowel functions. Yet another paper from yet another student who had the gall to enter his classroom and promptly not pay attention. To say that the year's latest batch of simpletons were already beginning to grate on his nerves would have been a bit of an understatement. And given that this particular essay bore the markings of what may well have been the most profound stupidity he’d ever seen, it was all Severus could do to keep from giving up hope altogether. The student in question had clearly not bothered to read the chapters on either of the plants in question. Understandable, perhaps, given that it was still early in the year and they'd clearly yet to be properly motivated in their studies, but he'd been sure to cover the asked after potion in great detail during the previous class. There we no excuses for this level of failure.
Slash after angry red slash appeared on the parchment before him. How difficult was it to take out a quill and scratch out a few notes each class? Apparently too difficult, given that the answer supplied had absolutely nothing to do with any of the potions in which a mixture of asphodel and wormwood could be found. A world weary sigh escaped him as he wrote ‘kindly take the time to look up the draught of living death, Mr. Finnegan’ at the bottom of the parchment in elegant red script. He refrained from adding ‘and stop wasting my time with this inane babble when you clearly haven’t done the homework,’ if only just barely.
By the time he’d finished correcting the three and a half lengths of parchment that followed that oh so promising beginning; Severus had half a mind to locate the nearest bottle of firewhiskey and down its contents without preamble. There had yet to be a single essay that he deemed acceptable, though one or two had come remarkably close. The rest of the essays sat patiently in small stack off in the left hand corner of his desk. If nothing else, he could be thankful for the fact that they could not articulate their feelings (or simply that they did not possess anything of the sort), lest they laugh at him for straining his eyes to make out the various different kinds of illegible scrawl and just generally wasting his time. There was a muggle saying if he recalled correctly, time is money, and the wizarding equivalent, time is measured in galleons. If that were the case, he certainly wasted enough of it correcting these pathetic excuses for potions essays too have become a rich man ten times over and then some.
Papers rustled as he shifted them, placing the most recently corrected essay atop a steadily growing stack. Hopefully he would be finished with them in the next hour or so, allowing him to get a head start on the latest batch of skelegrow for the hospital wing. Poppy had informed him just the other day that the wing’s stock was getting a bit low on the low side, and he had a mind to remedy the problem before it ran out completely. It wouldn’t due to run out of skelegrow with the first quidditch matches of the season approaching. Keeping students cooped up all summer and then allowing them to match off against one another on brooms immediately afterward tended to be a recipe for disaster, always ending in broken arms and noses and battered pride. That the Slytherin team caused the majority of these injuries didn’t even seem to cross Severus’s mind or, if it did, he just as soon dismissed it. Victory always came with a price, and Slytherins were always willing to pay the price, especially when that price was the blood of a rival house. Thankfully, the Slytherin team didn’t have a match for a while yet, so he would be spared the particular pleasure of being forced to watch children race around on brooms whilst ‘accidentally’ beating the tar out of one another. Such a pity.
The sound of approaching footsteps echoed from somewhere down the corridor and, not for the first time, Severus wished he’d had the sense to keep the door to his office well and properly shut. Nothing said bugger off like the closed door of one of the most uninviting Professors in all of Hogwarts. Just about anyone would think twice, perhaps even thrice before knocking on his office door when it was shut, even with a valid excuse for doing so. An open door was tantamount to saying ‘feel free to come and interrupt me. I’ve nothing better to do right now than dally with you little blighters.’ Hopefully whoever it was would have more sense than to interrupt him while he was in the midst of the tedium that was the grading process, not that he would have minded taking a break from the whole infernal business under normal circumstances, but the skelegrow wasn’t going to brew itself, and stopping for idle chatter meant putting it off yet again. He would rather brew it tonight and be done with it before Poppy had a time to take inventory and saddle him with yet another list of needed potions and ingredients. Merlin knew she’d get around to it sooner or later…he much preferred the idea of later…or never. There was something wholly unsatisfying about the whole business of brewing potions that he was so familiar with that he could easily brew them blindfolded, but needs must. The hospital wing was always in need of this or that and, as potions master, it was his duty to brew and deliver them as needed. Perhaps he could find some reason to give the owner of the steadily approaching footsteps a detention and have them brew it in his stead. With a proper set of instructions, he imagined that even a first year could manage the task well enough.
When the steps hesitated and finally halted just outside his door, Snape addressed his visitor without bothering to look up from his perusal of the latest travesty that was attempting to masquerade as a potions essay. “Are you waiting for a written invitation, or are you planning on coming in sometime this week?”
"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."
NAME: Seri AGE: 20 GENDER: Female YEARS ROLEPLAYING: A lot LOCATION: Ferelden *has been playing a lot of Dragon Age lately* >.< HOW DID YOU FIND US: The Knight Bus
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