Post by Remus Lupin on Aug 16, 2012 0:43:59 GMT -5
SO WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM
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YOU'VE BEEN MOPING AROUND
He felt like the house dog left home alone when the family was on summer vacation, left to his own devices for food and entertainment, the family returning to the remains of a dog who had suffered from starvation and neglect, wondering where they had gone wrong. Gross. Remus didn’t feel precisely like that, as he wasn’t a dog in the true sense of the word (Sirius was closer) nor were the Potters on summer vacation, and Remus wasn’t starving, although his stomach was growling ferociously. In fact, he didn’t feel anything at all like that but this is what happens when you’re alone and your imagination runs away with you. Remus never liked imagination much. His stomach growled again as if to defy his logic. James wasn’t here, Sirius wasn’t here, Peter wasn’t here. He hardly knew what to do with himself. I will tell you what Remus won’t be doing: He will not be going to look for an area of employment. No one would hire him, and at this rate, everyone in the wizarding world would know about his “furry problem” should he disclose it to each and every one, which is felt was the right thing to do before being officially hired. Everything in the interviews went superb until that moment. He knew it wasn’t right to live off of the Potters’ charity, and Remus felt lousy about doing it, but the prospect of going job seeking again when he knew the outcome…..Remus opened a bag of chips and crunched on one noisily. He ate another, and then another to satisfy his craving. His stomach began to settle now that it had been nourished and he felt less like the starving dog in the allegory than he ever had. Remus didn’t know what had brought him to such a strange fantasy in the first place. Godric’s Hollow was a good place to relax and escape the wizarding troubles that flooded young and old minds alike. He really should be taking advantage of this. “Starting now, with this chip, I will stop deflating and start living.” He ate it with a purpose, if that was possible.
The noises of a lawnmower outside brought him to his feet off the couch and to the window, where he could observe the muggle neighbor across the street not mowing the lawn as he suspected, it was too early in the season, but trimming the hedges for a new spring. Remus stood there in his red and gold pajamas (he saw no reason why he shouldn’t put on his pajamas even if it was the middle of the day, at another person’s house) eating one chip after another in front of the big window, staring clueless at the muggle. Remus must have been quite the sight. A few children walked down the sidewalk playing with their jump rope along the way and stopped in front of the house. When one ten year old looked up, Remus pulled the goofiest face he could come up with. The kid, alarmed by the “strange guy”, shook the shoulder of one of his friends and pointed at the window. Of course, Remus had already disappeared, making the friends believe it was all made up. After a minute or two, Remus cautiously emerged from under the window sill and was at it again. Again the kid pointed and again his friends saw nothing. Remus laughed out loud, but he had very loud laughter and forgot to muffle it. All their heads jerked and fixated intently on the window, but the strange man didn’t return. They lost interest and soon left, and his game was at an end. Remus may have just turned prongs into the weird guy at the end of the block, incidentally. Well, if he wasn’t that already, which he seriously doubted. He finished his bag of chips but continued to watch people as they went by.
He should be studying instead of people watching. There were books to be read and counter-curses to learn. If Remus could just absorb everything there was in those books he knew he would be prepared to face the followers of..You-Know-Who. No, Voldemort. There was no sense in being afraid of the name, no matter what it represented, doing so would only empower him. Voldemort. Things were very somber as of late, with the death of Marlene McKinnon and others. Remus struggled to know what was the right thing to say to Sirius, and he was his best friend. It angered him, and Remus was not easily angered, and he was so angry that he studied and studied and practiced and tried to do everything he could so when the time came he would be ready. But, today was one of those days where he just couldn’t bring himself to do anything, and even here in a safe haven like Godric’s Hollow, where nothing bad ever happened, he still couldn’t stop thinking about all of the wizard problems, and maybe he shouldn’t, after all. It might be bad to stop thinking about it when Remus should be on his toes. Remus went to the chair where a book was laying and flipped through it, though he was still standing peculiarly in front of the window. He became engrossed soon enough with the motivation of protecting everyone he cared about. As much as he enjoyed other activities, he had to admit it was a more beneficial pastime them gorging or terrorizing children. Remus smiled even though he was on a most depressing page. It was by chance that he glanced up in the window and caught the reflection of someone staring back at him. The surprise of it had Remus jumping out of his skin, the book skipping from his hands and falling to the floor with the pages open. NO NOT THE BOOK. Forget phantoms at the window he just dropped a book! Remus hastily picked it up and inspected the damage, only remembering then that there was someone at the window. He looked back to find out that the person who alarmed him was none other than the sweet and very unassuming Lily Evans. Remus smiled and waved his hand, embarrassed by the fright.
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tags;; Lily dear!
music;; Above the Timberline - Five for Fighting
notes;; way to make yourself at home Remus
