Post by Remus Lupin on Jan 30, 2006 2:17:40 GMT -5
His hair was light brown, though he had some gray streaks running through his hair it was just barely visible. His dark brown eyes scanned the grounds around him. His name was Remus J. Lupin, or Moony to his close friends. He was the Gryffindor Prefect, and top in most of his classes. He looked rather sickly, and tired, but this was because of the curse he bore with him. The curse that outcasted him from everyone.
This curse took control of him, three nights each month. He was a werewolf, and because of this he strayed away from everyone. Though, when his friends had found out about it they had become Animagi just to be with him on those lonely nights. He loved his friends, he would never betray them for this. And because of that he found it nearly impossible to tell them off. Even when they did something wrong, like tormenting Severus, he couldn't stand up to them.
In his arms he held a bundle of books. Each of these books had moving pictures of the authors on them, who waved merrily up at him. Remus tried to ignore them, as he walked across the grounds to his usual tree. He dropped the books to the ground, and they thudded heavily. Remus sat down with a heavy sigh, on the wet grass. He didn't seem to mind it much though, even though the back of his uniform was soping wet.
He gazed about for his friends, but could find none of them. I wonder where they could be? Probably tormenting poor Severus... The werewolf thought to himself. He shivered slightly when the wind picked up. He leaned up against the trunk of the tree, and closed his eyes for a moment. Without even realizing it he fell into a light sleep.
This curse took control of him, three nights each month. He was a werewolf, and because of this he strayed away from everyone. Though, when his friends had found out about it they had become Animagi just to be with him on those lonely nights. He loved his friends, he would never betray them for this. And because of that he found it nearly impossible to tell them off. Even when they did something wrong, like tormenting Severus, he couldn't stand up to them.
In his arms he held a bundle of books. Each of these books had moving pictures of the authors on them, who waved merrily up at him. Remus tried to ignore them, as he walked across the grounds to his usual tree. He dropped the books to the ground, and they thudded heavily. Remus sat down with a heavy sigh, on the wet grass. He didn't seem to mind it much though, even though the back of his uniform was soping wet.
He gazed about for his friends, but could find none of them. I wonder where they could be? Probably tormenting poor Severus... The werewolf thought to himself. He shivered slightly when the wind picked up. He leaned up against the trunk of the tree, and closed his eyes for a moment. Without even realizing it he fell into a light sleep.
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