R. J. Lupin

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Remus John Lupin
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Year: Graduate
Face Claim: Dave Franco

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Remus had never thought of himself as strikingly handsome. Oh, his mother, like every other loving parent, often went on and on about how her boy was so handsome and how he was the best looking boy on the block. His eyes are an unremarkable dark brown, set beneath dark, bushy eyebrows that he's always thought were excessive, but that somehow managed to fit with the rest of his face. He's naturally tanned, although his skin is a tad darker than it's natural state since he spends so much time outside in the sun. His hair is medium brown and easily tamed with a quick brush through it, although it can get a bit unruly if he lets it grow out. He has a medium-sized nose that's slightly crooked from a prank gone awry with James and Sirius, and a square jaw. Finally, his lips are full, and often spread either in a crooked half-smile when he's amused, or a full-out, toothy grin when he's feeling particularly cheerful. Overall, he has a very expressive face - you can always tell exactly what he's feeling just by looking at him. He doesn't bother to hide his feelings and, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't know how.
Physique: Always the bookish type, Remus had never been half as athletic as James and Sirius, and thus doesn't have much of an impressive, muscular frame. He's always been a lanky sort of fellow, with long limbs, and there were a few years during puberty where his physique quite awkward, but he eventually grew into it and, by the time he was done growing, he ended up at a fairly decent height of 6'. He just never had the motivation to build up bulky muscles, mostly because he had better things to do with his time. Not to mention they were quite unnecessary when you considered the fact that you could use magic for pretty much everything, and thus you didn't really need much strength when a simple spell could help lift your furniture for you. Of course, he's not totally useless. He can open a jar of jam as well as the next person, thanks.

Wand Type: Unicorn Tail, Holly, 12 inches
Wand Expertise: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Patronus: Owl
Boggart: The full moon

Personality:

"You can always count on Remus to be there for you, no matter what. He's like a rock. A solid rock that will hold you up through good times and bad. I know I can tell him anything and he'd never judge me, nor make me feel bad. He'd just…listen. It makes him a truly amazing friend to have." – Lily Evans.

If there's one thing that Remus values above all else, it's friendship and loyalty. He learned how important that truly was when he first met James, Sirius and Peter. When they'd found out his secret in their second year, he was sure he was done for; needless to say, when they went and became Animagi instead, he was quite stunned. He'd never realised the extent to which friends could be there for you, and it was after that realisation that Remus realised when you made best friends like these, you had to hold onto them, no matter what. It's his loyalty that made it so difficult for him to stand in his friends' way when he became a Prefect; the Prefect's badge pinned to his robes continuously mocked him whenever he stood by while James and Sirius picked on Snape or made up complex pranks that should have landed them with months of detentions. Fact was, he loved them too much, and he was no snitch, and it was a lot easier to feel guilty over not doing his job properly than betray them in any way. Besides which, he highly doubted he could properly stop them even if they wanted to, they were so stubborn they'd go ahead and do it anyway, consequences be damned. Of course, there was also the fact that, as often times as Remus stood by and watched, he was right there with them, pulling off the prank and serving detention with them. While his record proved to be significantly thinner than the both of them, it had its fair share of misdemeanours. He could always blame it on peer pressure, or the thrill being too addicting, or getting carried away, but fact was, he enjoyed it just as much as they did. They catered to the adventurous side of him that he'd had as a young child, before he'd been bitten by the werewolf, and he was more than happy to go along with all their plans, even contributing his own ideas. He wasn't part of the Marauders for nothing.

He's also extremely trustworthy and reliable. If you give Remus a job, you know it'll get done, because he won't rest until it is; and he has to do it perfectly, too, and if it's not perfect from the first try, he'll do it all over again. He was the type of student who'd do a first (and sometimes a second) draft for an essay; in his opinion, the time he spent perfecting his work paid off in the number of 'O's he got on his report card. If you tell him your secrets, he'd keep them as if they were his own, because he knows better and hopes people would do the same for him; he has a furry little problem himself that he doesn't want people to know, so he can appreciate the importance of keeping a secret. Like Lily said, he's the person you can always count on. He'll be the shoulder to cry on, the sympathetic ear you need to bend when you have a rant ready to explode from your skin, the arm you need around you when it feels like things are going from bad to worse. He'll help you with your homework if you ask for it - although he won't give it to you to copy, that's his hard work that he slaved over and he won't give it away that easily, best friend or not. He'll try his best to be understanding of your situation, even if he doesn't completely understand it. It makes him a very good friend to have indeed; however, he completely expects to be treated the same way in return, and should someone break his trust, then it's quite possible that he'll never forgive you and the friendship crumbles to dust.

"I really don't know what Professor Dumbledore was thinking when he made a Marauder Prefect. As a Prefect myself, I would think the Marauders were the..the anti-Prefect! But I suppose he's responsible? More than the other three, at least." – Jezebel Sauveterre.

Still, once you got past the heady sensation of doing something bad and getting away with it, Remus was a pretty responsible bloke. Back in school, he patrolled the halls as well as any prefect, and didn't hesitate to tell off anyone he saw out in the hallways and escorting them back to the dormitories. While Professor Dumbledore might have originally made Remus a Prefect in hopes of keeping his friends under a tighter leash, it wasn't the only reason, and Remus was quite aware of the responsibility that had befallen him when he first received the owl carrying his letter and Prefect's badge. His parents had engrained in him that sense ever since he was child; although he had no siblings, they never spoiled him, giving him chores to do and making sure he did them. He made sure to get his homework done on time (and bothered Sirius, James and Peter about it whenever he thought they were slacking off; just because he let them get away with the occasional prank didn't mean he was going to stand back and let their grades slip on his watch). He was always the one among the Marauders who pointed out if he thought a plan was too hasty or dangerous, which, naturally, leads to my next point: Remus is nothing if not logical. It's easy to tell that he's a smart bloke since he's often seen with his nose buried in a book, and he prided himself in being some sort of competition for Lily during classes, but there's a difference between intelligence and logic. You could be a genius, and yet completely lack in common sense; he does not. He knows that setting off a dung bomb in McGonagall's desk before class starts, while it might be entertaining, would be a very bad idea because she'll immediately know who's done it and everyone knows McGonagall is a professor to be feared almost as much as Dumbledore himself, if not more so. He knows staying up past midnight drinking alcohol that Sirius somehow managed to sneak in (sometimes Remus thinks it's better not to ask how) on a school night is a terrible idea, because they'd spend the rest of the day nursing a terrible headache and completely miss a day's worth of classes because they were too busy with their heads against their desks, pretending to be concentrating on notes while, in actuality, they're trying to catch up on their sleep. But he'd be lying if he said he hasn't done some stupid things in the past, despite knowing better.

"Oh, gosh, I think my very first impression of Remus was that he was very, very kind and really, really gentle. I was stuck in a trick stair in my third year because I forgot it was there and he just kind-of swooped in all heroically and helped me out and he was very gentle about it, and he was so nice, telling me to be careful and where else I should watch out for trick steps! And he was smiling all nicely and stuff and I almost didn't feel shy around him at all! He just has a very relaxing presence." – Gabriella Rivera.

At the risk of making him sound like a flower child, Remus really is a gentle soul. Perhaps it's the fact that he turns into a rabid monster once a month that makes him that much more determined to be the exact opposite, or he really has always been that nice – he, himself, can't remember. Either way, he's always been the sort of boy-next-door, will-give-you-a-helping-hand-when-you-need-it, nice-guys-finish-last type of guy. He's not an extreme sort of nice, though. He wouldn't pick on Severus, but he wouldn't stop James and Sirius from doing so, either, and might have even been amused by some of their antics. He'll help someone with their homework, but he wouldn't give them his to copy, let alone do it for them. Still, he'll help old ladies cross the street and carry something heavy for someone who looks weaker than him, and he's never been one to purposefully step on anyone's toes – neither figuratively nor literally. He's also pretty polite, having never disrespected a professor (Filch totally doesn't count, right?), or his parents, before. The latter part was his parents' doing, of course. They raised him to have excellent manners and how to be a gentleman; sometimes his father would joke that 'just because he turned into a wolf didn't mean he had to act like an animal' (obviously, Remus got his humorous and jokester side from his father, because his mother often stiffened and started sniffing loudly at such "insensitive" – as she deemed them – comments so it couldn't possibly have been her genes). In other words, he'll open doors for females and those older than him, pull out chairs, say 'please' and 'thank you', the whole enchilada. He doesn't have much a temper, so he'd never be one to start a fight, although he can be incredibly stubborn when it comes to standing up for his point of view, and he'll argue with someone until he's blue in the face on a point if he truly believes in it.

Remus isn't all sunshine and politeness, though. While he has a generally happy demeanour, he's quite pessimistic when it comes to his own life and situation – although, in his honest opinion, he doesn't think he can be blamed for that. He doesn't let a lot of people in, as it is. It's hard to crack past the generally polite and friendly face and get to know Remus, mostly because he tends to clam up when someone gets too close, because the closer they get, the worse that he feels every time he tells them he was visiting his "sick mom" or had a "family emergency". He hates lying more than anything, and so the fact that he has to do it to several people who are only concerned for his well being makes him that much worse about lying to them. But he has to do it, because it'll hurt even worse when they find out what he really is and possibly shun him. Not everyone was like Sirius, James, Peter and Lily. There was a reason why werewolves were feared, why Dumbedore planted the Whomping Willow and told everyone to stay away from it, why the ministry put such restrictions on him. Remus had every reason to be pessimistic, to worry about what his friends would say, how people would react to him. He got lucky with his best friends – he doubted everyone else would be so welcoming. It was why he had laughed out loud when McGonagall asked him what he planned to work as. He'd always wanted to be an Auror, but they both knew the ministry wouldn't exactly rush to hire a werewolf. So he told her he didn't know yet, because she was starting to make that I-am-not-amused-by-your-behaviour face that always made him feel like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. When he graduated, he didn't bother to apply for Auror training; he wouldn't be able to handle the stinging rejection from them. The Order came as somewhat of a blessing, then, because he had something to do, he could still fight, and he threw himself into it, and trained himself. He'd always gotten top marks during DADA classes back at school, and with the help of books and his friends he was becoming an even better wizard.

"I don't know Remus very well, since he was two years older than me, but I've noticed him hanging out with the Marauders. He's easy to miss, when he's next to Sirius and James, since they tend to draw the most attention, and yet you can tell he's an individual. He's obviously intelligent, you could tell that much just by looking at him since he so often had a book in his hand when he was in school. He also seems like a pretty happy bloke most of the time, although I've always thought there was something a bit…off. I'm not sure what, though, and now that he's graduated, I suppose I might never find out." – Benjamin Burke

Overall, Remus is really just trying his best to live life as normally as he could. He's never liked too much attention, which was why he easily stepped back and let James and Sirius handle it (unlike Peter, who savoured it); he was more than happy to stand in the side lines back at Hogwarts. He's not bitter and broody (much) about his situation, always thought he was more of a realist rather than a pessimist, even though some might argue, and he just tries his best to acclimate. On the romance side, he's not much of an expert. He's a bit of a romantic, really, and had secretly always dreamed of holding a girls hand, brushing his fingers through his hair and kissing her lightly on the nose, having someone to call his, but when he grew older the thoughts became less and less possible as he considered the thought of tying someone to him; a young man who couldn't get a decent job, who could very well lose control one day and hurt someone. He certainly didn't want to live the rest of his life alone, the very thought itself made his heart throb miserably, but the notion of tethering someone to a werewolf for life was even worse. He couldn't do that to something.

He wouldn't.

Likes:
+ Reading; while I don't have as much time as I use to, what with Auror training and all, but I do like to settle down with a good book whenever I have the time.
+ Quiet; I like peace and quiet, perhaps more than the average person. It allows me time to think.
+ Chocolate; Best. Thing. Ever. It's also the most difficult thing for me to share. What can I say? I'm a chocolate hogger. I hog chocolate.
+ Early mornings; I prefer morning to night, in general.
+ Defense Against the Dark Arts; It's my best subject.
+ Spring; I like warmth as opposed to cold.
+ His family; next to my three best friends, my parents have shown me the most support through my transformations.
+ The Marauders; I couldn't have asked for better best friends.
+ Quidditch; while I was never as talented as James and Sirius on the field, I enjoyed flying with them every now and then.
+ Romance; Ah, yes, I'll admit it - I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic. It's a bit of a secret, really; I'm not much of a ladies' man at all. But should I have a significant other, I'd probably spend much of the time holding her hand and showering her with compliments and little presents to tell her how much she means to me.
Dislikes:
– The full moon; Self-explanatory, no?
– Sleeping in; I feel groggy if I wake up any time after nine or ten in the morning.
– Lies; I hate dishonesty of any kind, and make it a point not to associate with liars.
– Being a werewolf; I often feel isolated from humans, even when it's not any time during the full moon. Seeing as I hate dishonesty, I hate lying to people about my whereabouts during the full moon.
– Being a werewolf; I think few people actually like being one. The fact that I'll never have a real job no matter how well I did in school - and, not to toot my own horn, but I did really well, probably almost as good as Lily, to be honest. It's frustrating that I could never prove myself in the wizarding world because of the limitations the ministry has on werewolves. I didn't choose to be one, and yet I have to suffer for it.
– Perfume; I'm allergic, hence why I try to avoid sitting next to girls in classes, especially those who happen to have doused themselves in perfume as I'd prefer not to disrupt the class with my incessant sneezing.
– Tomatoes; I just don't like the taste. Never have. Prefer cucumbers.
– Swimming; I wouldn't go as far as saying I'm afraid of water, I've just never been that good of a swimmer. More of a land person, really.
– Feeling lonely; There's a difference between being alone and feeling lonely. You could be part of a crowd and still feel lonely.
– Babies; Oh, they're adorable and everything, of course, and I don't hate them, but they're just so tiny and fragile and I suppose I'm more afraid of holding them and generally being around them in case I accidentally hurt them.

History:

There was a waning crescent hanging from the sky when Remus John Lupin was born to loving parents Marshall and Haley Lupin. March 10th 1959 was a surprisingly windy night, and Haley and Marshall had just been getting ready for bed when Haley's water broke and Marshall had to rush her to the hospital. Several hours later, a bouncing baby was born, and the Lupins couldn't have been happier. They had been trying to have a baby for years, you see, and there had been a few…accidents. Devastating ones that had caused Haley pain that was beyond just physical. She'd been so worried she'd lose him, too, and she had to count Remus' fingers and toes twice just to make sure that he was whole. But he was. The Healers assured them that he was completely, one hundred percent healthy. The combination of relief and exhaustion was almost too much, and all Haley could do was clutch her wonderful miracle and cry, and even Marshall, strong, unmoving Marshall, teared up, and she would swear to this day that a tear did make its way down his cheek, no matter how vehemently he denied it. The joyous couple returned home with their bundle of joy and set him down in his crib, which they'd temporarily moved from the room they'd especially decorated for him (with greens and yellows and other unisex colours because they'd wanted the gender to be a surprise) into theirs. Haley spent most of the night staring at her beautiful baby boy, and praying and thanking God for letting them have him. She almost couldn't believe it; had to pinch herself a few times, but there he was. Her very own baby boy. She would no longer have to suffer the horrible green monster of envy every time they went over for visits and she saw her other friends carrying their children on their hips, nursing them, bouncing them. Now she had her very own, and nothing was going to hurt him.

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The moon was in its third quarter when Remus snuck out to ride his bike with some neighbors and fell over and scraped his knee. Marshall heard the cry and came running, forever fearful of losing his son. They'd never wish to admit it out loud, but they were almost too over protective of Remus. It was just that he was their only son, and they just couldn't bear the thought of losing him like they'd lost his other almost-siblings. Too much of a big deal was made out of his bleeding knee, and Remus thought his head might actually explode from the amount of blushing he was doing as he attempted to tell his father to – politely – leave him alone because he was absolutely fine. He could tell that his friends were watching with no small amount of amusement. As soon as his mother was done fussing and he was "patched up" and was allowed to join them again (although not after he was wearing elbow and knee pads) and a warning for him to "be careful" – honestly, it was all a little ridiculous because a simple Episky from his mother had fixed him right up – they began poking fun at him, calling him a mama's boy. Now, Remus had always been the quiet one, never making much trouble, but he couldn't stand for being teased that way and, well, a boy's got to do what a boy's got to do to earn respect. Needless to say, he accidentally caused one of his friends to hang off a branch of a tree while he had the other in a headlock. Even though he got grounded for it, they never teased him again.

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There was a full moon the night Marshall Lupin made the mistake of insulting Fenrir Greyback. Thinking back on it, Marshall would have never made the connection between the events that would happen in the future and the incident. It had seemed so insignificant at the time. He'd had a little too much to drink, and thus his tongue was looser than usual, so when an argument started about werewolf and vampire rights, he jumped right into the middle of it, not knowing that the person he was arguing with was, in fact, a werewolf. He was simply stating an opinion, but who knew doing so could have such awful consequences? All he'd really said was something most of the wizarding world agreed upon; werewolves and vampires needed to be controlled. They couldn't be allowed to roam free as they pleased, because they were more likely to rip out someone's throat. The stranger had disagreed vehemently, but thankfully the night had ended without fists being thrown and a slightly intoxicated Mr. Lupin staggered his way home, unaware that he was being followed by a blood-thirsty monster. He couldn't have known that Remus, being the adventurous child that he was, would repeat his sneaking out tendencies that night; maybe then what had happened could be stopped. Maybe if he hadn't been drunk and yelled at his wife in front of their son, Remus wouldn't have felt the need to sneak out. There were too many maybes, too many what ifs that drove Marshall mad to this day, but it was too late for all of that, because it couldn't be helped. Remus Lupin wandered too far into the forest, like the naïve child he was at the tender age of eight, and there, he was attacked by a fully-grown wolf. He had no idea how he had survived; only that he did.

Sometimes, in the darkest of days, Marshall almost wishes that he hadn't.

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The moon was waning when the Healers told them there was nothing they could do. Remus had been bitten by a werewolf during the full moon, and thus would turn into a wolf himself once a month. There was no cure, no loophole, no way to get out of it; Remus was cursed for life. Marshall left the house that evening and didn't come back until past midnight; his clothes stank of alcohol, but Haley said nothing. No one could say anything. His son was a werewolf; his wonderful, polite, generous, perfect boy was now a monster. No, he wasn't a monster. He could never be. But would people say the same thing? How would they look at him? As soon as they found out he was a werewolf, they'd shun him. He'd be an outcast, someone to avoid, to fear. At the age of eight, he was easily going to be one of the most hated members of society for something he couldn't even help. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. And yet, when was life ever fair? Almost never. And so, after a week of being unable to look at his son in the eye, Marshall decided it was time to accept it. Ignoring the problem wouldn't make it go away. So he sat down with Remus and explained everything, watched his son's face become a horrified mask, had his heart broken when Remus asked if he was really a monster (no! Never think you're a monster! You, my son, are a wonderful boy, and will grow into a wonderful young man. You are not a monster) while his mother sobbed in the background. They sound-proofed their basement as best as they could with charms and spells, and Marshall went out and bought the strongest chains and restraints he could find. He set it up while Haley was asleep, because he knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. Heck, he could barely handle it.

And then, they waited.

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It was his first full moon. Remus' transformations never got any easier, but he'd always swear that the very first one was the worst. It wasn't just the transformation itself that was painful, but the preparation for it. The fact that his father had to chain him to the wall in fear of him attacking them. Still the transformation itself was far worse, of course. This wasn't just the pain of scraping your knee, this was bones shifting and growing, jaws protruding, tail bones growing, fur bursting from his skin. It was gruesome and terrible and exhausting and so painful. And then, when he didn't think it would get any worse, there was the fact that he felt like he'd absolutely lost his mind. Lost grasp of what and who Remus Lupin was and he was seized by this blood lust, this need to attack, to kill. He could smell his parents, but they weren't his parents in that moment; they were humans, vulnerable people with blood running through their veins, with throats he could rip out with a single snap of his jaws. He fought against the chains that held him back, his jaws aching with the need to chew on human flesh. When it became too much, he began harming himself, and, when Haley first heard the yelps of pain, she rushed towards the basement and almost made it to the door before Marshall caught her and dragged her away, promising her that he was okay – a lie, of course, because he had no idea, and his delay in stopping her had been because he was fighting his own urge to follow. Neither of them slept that night; Marshall nursed a firewhiskey by the fireplace, although he did not get drunk, while Haley spent the night with her ear pressed to the door, whispering words of comfort through the wood that Remus would never hear. As soon as the moon had disappeared from the sky, it was a race to the door, and Marshall almost yanked it off its hinges in his haste to get to his son. Haley whirled past him with a sob, gathering the broken child in her arms. When he regained consciousness, even Marshall could have cried with relief. They were even more relieved when they found out that Remus remembered none of it, and he didn't ask about the self-inflicted bite marks; only let his mother heal him. He didn't ask why she was crying so hard, only let her and his father hold him. Somehow, he knew he wouldn't like the answers to any of his questions.

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There would be a new moon that night; the day Remus got his letter from Hogwarts. No one was more surprised than him when he saw the loopy handwriting, addressing the letter to him. He opened it with trembling fingers, unable to believe that this was actually happening. Her parents had talked to him about this the same year he'd gotten bitten; that he might not be able to go to school like the other children, because he might accidentally hurt someone. They didn't have the heart to tell him just how much of an outcast he was made, that he probably wouldn't be allowed to go to school anyway because no headmaster would accept him. But they hadn't counted on Dumbledore being…well…Dumbledore. There was really no other way to explain it. But there was no mistaking the fact that this was actually a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts – although one that was obviously special as it was from Dumbledore himself, who explained about the Whomping Willow, and how Remus would be able to sneak away during the night of the full moon and that the tree would prevent anyone else from entering. It was almost too good to believe, but it was true: Remus Lupin was going to Hogwarts. The realization hit him when he was getting his wand from Ollivanders: that he was going to have a shot at a normal childhood after all. That maybe, just maybe, he could lead a normal life. He couldn't help but be optimistic, even as his parents warned him not to tell anyone about his condition, to which he'd laughingly responded that of course he wouldn't he wasn't stupid. He didn't want to scare the children into liking him. He just wanted to be a normal kid, with normal problems, making friends and learning all about magic. Of course, as soon as he was boarding the train, the nervousness began to set in and he almost wanted to bolt back into the comfort of his mother's arms, but he told himself to be brave and waved feebly out of the window. He could do this. He would be fine. He had to be. Even if he would be alone for the first time in years. But he'd be fine. Right?

He didn't have long to worry about it, though, because soon, two boys laughing raucously about a joke Remus would never learn crashed through the compartment door, followed by a shorter, porky, round-faced, mousey kid.

He couldn't have known in that moment that they would be the best friends he would ever have.

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Despite the fact that Remus was over the moon (no pun intended?) that he'd found such good friends in James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, the closer he got to them, the more paranoid he became about them finding out his not-so-little secret. He felt terrible every time he made up a lie about why he was absent – his mother was ill, his father got into an accident, he had to visit his mum again. It was in their second year that his secret was out; James and Sirius were much too clever for their (or maybe his) own good. Remus half-expected to leave him in that very moment, to tell everyone, and for five terrifying seconds he tried to absorb the fact that he would no longer be allowed to go to Hogwarts, that his one year as a wizard had been all that he was allowed to have. Imagine his surprise when James, Sirius and even Peter (although Remus suspected the latter had something to do with following behind the former) took it all in stride, even offering to help him. And that was when the idea of becoming Animagi formed. It was difficult for them, of course it was. Becoming an Animagus was extremely challenging, especially for students as young and inexperienced as them, and Remus was shocked and, quite honestly, extremely touched that they went through all that effort for him. By fifth year, they could transform into their fully-fledged forms, and they kept Remus company in the Shrieking Shack. He was no danger to them in his wolfish form; werewolves only attacked humans, after all. Soon, they became adventurous. They wandered out late at night, with James and Sirius able to keep Remus in check. He was more aware of himself when he was with them, somehow. Still, deep down, he felt guilty; for betraying Dumbledore's trust that way, for putting everyone in danger. There were slip-ups, of course, and they laughed about them when they were back in human form, but when it was dark and Remus was in bed, staring up at the canopy, he couldn't help the churning in his stomach that told him what he was doing was wrong. Dangerous, even. It didn't stop him from doing the exact same thing the next month, though. Not even the close call with Severus slowed them down. Remus couldn't help myself; the taste for adventure was addicting. It was too easy to get lost in plans and plots. Thankfully, he managed to graduate from Hogwarts without harming anyone, and somehow it made it a little easier to deal with the guilt of breaking Professor Dumbledore's trust.

Now, he works for the Order, which is as good a job as any considering his current situation. Once again, it's Dumbledore who's taken him under his wing, and Remus could not be more grateful toward him. He's more careful, now that there are more important things than 'next month's adventure'. He likes to think that he knows better, but deep down there will always be the young, adventurous spirit that's egged on by the Marauders – even if they're not physically there, being a Marauder has become a part of what he is, and something like that just doesn't go away, no matter how much you mature and grow. Still. Priorities. He had them.

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[Regulus Black]

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