Lupin, Remus John

[Remus Lupin]

{REMUS JOHN LUPIN}

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Can I get an introduction please?

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FULL NAME ;; Remus John Lupin
NICKNAMES ;;Moony, Mssr Moony, Remmy (rarely), Lupin
AGE ;; 36
GENDER ;; Male
ETHNICITY ;; werewolf English
BLOOD TYPE ;; half
CANON OR ORIGINAL ;; canon
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They say APPEARANCE

is everything

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PLAYED BY ;; Ewan McGreggor
HAIR ;; Brown
EYES ;; Gray
HEIGHT ;; 5' 11 3/4"
WEIGHT ;; 147 lbs
BODY TYPE ;; Thin and ragged appearing
CLOTHING STYLE ;; sabby
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But your PERSONALITY

is who you are

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OVERVIEW ;; Remus John Lupin is by no means a simple character as some might think him to be. So many people look at his in a straightforward kind of way seeing a guy who loves books, studies like no other, and is fairly shy. Those things can be true of Remus but that is by no means the sum of who he is in the least. He is a rather complex character as most people are. One can never just merely predict the actions of Remus though one can generally find the drivers of his life, which generally guide his decision-making.

One of those great drivers in Remus’ is the fact that he is a werewolf. It is a part of him that he wishes not to have. Life would be simpler with out the wolf but it is a fact that he must continue to accept day in and day out. It is his condition that has greatly helped to mold him into becoming who he is. Of course his condition though life altering could not in any way make him the complete opposite of who he would become if he weren’t bitten. One must have to a certain degree a predisposition to certain character traits for one to become a certain way. We are not solely a product of our environments, but they do many times help to shape and mold us. Like the love and acceptance of his parents was another such thing that helped to shape and mold him, but that is better left to the history.

Over all Remus is a very patient person. He tends to take things in stride and will wait for the right time for almost everything. It takes a lot to get Remus angered or annoyed. He doesn’t mind being bombarded with a million questions or having a person do the same thing over and over again. He may take action to stop the repetition but he does not grow angered or frustrated with them and will take it in stride. He is willing to work with people and wait on them either to understand something catch up or what ever it is that a person needs. Thus it is quite a big deal when Remus looses his temper or patience. Part of the reason this is true is because Remus knows that as a werewolf if he looses his temper he might not be as much in control of his actions as he would like to be and that can wind up being potentially dangerous. It is why he has also practiced the art of patience so as to prevent outbursts of anger.

With Remus’ patience he also has an understanding of people. He tends to just know people. He is an intuitive person tending to know people, particularly those he is close to. Remus tries to be accepting of people however they are, though there are those that Remus does not get along with and he doesn’t foresee ever being friends with does not mean he will completely dismiss a person. Remus believes in second chances and is willing to eventually forgive a person if they are truly repentant of their wrong doings. People change and he is well aware of that and accepts it and is willing to give people that chance.

A number of people some times peg Remus to be a shy sort of guy, which is certainly not true in the least bit. Remus is quite but certainly not shy. He is actually quite a sociable person and likes to be around and near people. It is always nice to meet new people and make new friends. Remus is just a soft-spoken person and isn’t the life of the party. If he does not feel welcome in a conversation he will not break into it. Remus has also learned the art of listening. He does not need to speak every thirty seconds in a conversation; he only speaks when he feels he has something to contribute a conversation. Not that he feels those who talk consistently to be rude or doing something unproductive Remus has learned that for some people they must speak their ideas for their brain is connected directly to their mouth. He does not expect everyone to operate like he does, if they did life would end up being quite dull.

As said before Remus is a people person through and through. He enjoys the company of others and craves friendship; there is little he won’t do to have that friendship. It is why he allows rules to slip for the sake of his friends he chooses not to see or know about things. Friends are a driving force in his life and when he finds true friends that will stick by him he never wants to loose them or let them go. The life of a werewolf can be quite lonesome, most do not like them or trust them and it was fortunate that he found friends who didn’t mind it so much.

Now there are people who say Remus is a bookworm, enjoying a book or two does not qualify a person as a bookworm now does it. Remus rather enjoys a good read, okay so he is a bookworm, it was something he grew up with. As a child there were many days and hours that needed to be passed by as he mended from his encounters with the moon. There was little to keep him occupied other than books. He enjoys a good read and will take the time to read a good book. Anything from a new publication to a piece of classic literature, some of his favorites would be Arthurian lore and then Sherlock Homes is his literary hero, he has been since child hood. The deduction process of Sherlock is simply astounding, something Remus as a child wished he were master of, but sadly was not though he did learn to some degree how do it, though it helps that he has enhanced senses and intuition from being a werewolf. (There were some perks to being one though Remus would gladly sacrifice the perks to be rid of his curse.)

People also say that Remus is quite a studious person, which is quite very true of Remus. He likes to learn things and understand new concepts and ideas, though that is not the only reason that Remus is studious. His father was clear in teaching him the value and importance of an education.

Knowing all this about Remus it should be clear to tell that Remus is nothing but a gentleman. Something that comes naturally for him and was ingrained into him, a gentlemen was to open a door for a lady and offer to carry her parcels if need be. It was a bit old fashioned but it was how Remus was raised, and he really has no intention of changing that bit about him. You always did do better in life with kind words and actions. Thus Remus is also a traditionalist that you just don’t go out with a girl just because you went out with her if you were truly interested in her. Also jokes told in poor taste are not a thing he likes to hear though he’s learned to put up with a few sadly. This by no means equates that Remus is a stick in the mud. He does enjoy a good joke and pranks can be quite enjoyable. Though Remus does not always like to have a direct hand in them. He doesn’t mind having a behind the scenes part in it all. Also when it comes to pranks Remus likes to get other people to do his dirty work for him. It’s all a matter of making a casual suggestion of a prank to certain people before they will act on their own and then making another casual remark about retaliation to the offended party and then he watches each go at each other while he remains completely innocent and guilt free. He just ‘happened’ to say something, he’s also for a good verbal par at friends and doesn’t mind ribbing people that he is comfortable around a bit.

Now Remus has another side to him and that would be that which consists of the werewolf. Though he is a werewolf, he tries to make a clear distinction between it and himself. His own personal actions are different from that of what he does as a wolf. He tries to consider it a separate entity from who and what he is though any harm or damage done he does blame himself for it.

The wolf has a love for carnage and destruction it has an intense desire for blood. It is also a devious and cunning creature as Remus discovered before he realized how he could influence things. There were times that after a night after being locked away Remus couldn’t help but wonder if the wolf turned on it’s self knowing that he as a human would suffer the pain at the end of the night. With out accepting the werewolf part of him it was like he and his wolfish nature were two separate entities though that line has blurred some and Remus fears this reality. His own nature is the one thing he fears making the moon his boggart.

LIKES ;; Reading
Chocolate
Cartography
Tea
Jokes
Keeping things neat and orderly
Defense
DISLIKES ;; Mess
The Wolf
Seeing People hurt
Dark Arts
Umbridge
Greyback
STRENGTHS ;; Intelligent
Patient
Compassionate
FLAWS ;; Quite
Push over when it comes to friends
self deprecating
Runs from love
HABITS ;; sleeping in odd places
always has chocolate on him
makes tea when bothered or upset
AMBITIONS ;; To see the end of the war
FEARS ;; Hurting those closets to him
Passing his curse onto another
SECRETS ;; Holds a flame for Nymphadora Tonks
His best friends are animagus
that he dropped Harry while babysitting once
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And you can't leave your HISTORY

in the past

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FATHER ;; John Lupin, deceased
MOTHER ;; Sarah Lupin deceased
SIBLINGS ;;none
HOMETOWN ;; Brighton
BIRTHDATE ;; March 10
HISTORY ;;The best place I feel to start would be an explanation of myself. I am a werewolf, but in no means am I the beast that most would think. At least I try to deny that ghastly part of myself. It hasn’t been easy and there are times where I wish to give in but if I did then I would be no better than the beast within me, no better than the one who placed this curse upon me.

I was a small child when the wolf over took me. Six years old to be exact. As a six year old I didn’t know much of my father’s work. If I had, I would have known more of the dangers of sneaking out late at night but I didn’t. I didn’t pay much mind of anything at that age. I thought rules were things that could be bent and broken from time to time. I never thought of them as a form of protection. So I freely admit that my blatant disregard for the rules is the cause of my curse.

You see the night I went out was a full moon. That night Fenrir was out seeking revenge. I never knew. The howls that traveled late into the night didn’t even cause me to think twice. Fenrir was out for blood, mine or my father’s and he attained mine and almost my life. I believe Fenrir thought if he bit me as he did he would cut my father to the quick, and he did. For who could ever love a wolf?

I remember the night as if it were yesterday. I wish I could forget the events of that fateful night but I can’t. How could anyone forget the traumatic events of that night?

As I stated before I disregarded the rule of not going out after dark and went out. I went out to the field to play thinking it to be great fun. It was a warm summer night there was humidity in the air. Crickets were chirping and there was a faint howl in the distance, but I did not think about it. I laughed to myself at my cleverness and sneakiness. I looked at the yard and marveled at the pale blue shadow that was cast upon everything making it all seem different and foreign. I felt like I was on some sort of adventure.

There was a sweet smell of summer and flowers mingled in the air. I could feel the cool, moist dew that had already settled on the grass. The soft, long, green blades gently tickled at my bare feet and ankles. I was already getting too tall for my pajamas, my ankles and wrists sticking past the cuffs of those blue pajamas with broomsticks all over it. There were my favorite pajamas at the time.

It did not take me long to reach the field. As I was busy playing another howl pierced the air. . The sound was still distant, but decidedly closer. I was such a fool as a child. The closeness of the howl should have sent me back to the house, but I found it to be excitingly creepy, enough to add a bit of fun and adventure to my task. My imagination carried me away. I was so lost in my imaginary world I did not see the wolf quietly approach.

As the night for me was coming to a close I heard a sound. It was so loud and piercing of a sound that it still sent shivers down my spine. The thought of it still sends shivers down my spine to this day; it even haunts my dreams from time to time.

The sound was that of a wolf howling about to take its prey. I was found without a voice, petrified for a time the wolf was less than two feet away. After half a minute a neuron fired in my head and I started to flee. I hadn’t a hope or a prayer in the world but instinct told me to run.

I made it no more than five feet and I was knocked to the ground. Instantly there was a searing pain in my left ankle and heel. I cried out in pain. This was it in my mind this was the end. I thought of how I was going to miss my mum and dad how I wished I hadn’t broken the rules.

I could here the wolf’s growl as he shook me about and started to drag me on. I cried and grasped desperately for something to get away. My heart raced and beat against my rib cage. I was scared for my life.

From here things go blurry. I believe I blacked out for my next distinct memory was in the hospital. But from what I gather Fenrir dragged me about and was about to make more of a mess of me when my father came and ran Fenrir off, how I am uncertain.

From there my memories are fuzzy at best but I will try to give you an approximation of what happened. I remember waking up a few times to hushed voices, I’d cry out a bit but was unable to speak. I would feel comforting hand on me and then I would black out once more this happened for a while until I woke up with not a sound in the room, I cried out for my mum and she arrived comforting me. My dad seemed distant and I didn’t know why. It was a few days before I was able to go home.

From that day on life was different. Instead of going to work my father stayed home and set to work constructing a shed, my mum would get weepy eyed every time she looked at the shed. She always seemed sure to get me what I wanted and be sure that I was comfortable. By week’s end I was capable of walking but I dared not to venture outside on my own.

Every time I neared the door I would get images of the attack flashing in my head. Most nights then not, I would wake up screaming from a nightmare I had, the wolf haunted every one. I am certain that if my six-year-old self were faced with a boggart, it would have taken the form of that wolf.

Two weeks went by and my already restless nights were broken up even more. I had trouble sleeping not because of the nightmares though, just a general inability to sleep.

Hearing this would cause my mum to fret, bite her lip, and pull lightly at her shoulder length blonde hair. I couldn’t understand why all this was about until it had been nearly a month since I had been bitten. It was then that my father sat me down at the kitchen table. He told me that he wanted to talk. Mum was there too, biting her lip and tugging lightly at her hair again, as she paced the floor. I was almost certain she was going to ware a hole in the kitchen’s blue carpeting.

It was here that my father told me of the nature of my bite, and explained the shed in our back yard and how I was going to have to go there on the full moon. I was still scared to go outside the prospect of having to spend the night outside frightened me even more, especially if I was going to have to be a wolf!

From there my father delved into a deep and intensive explanation of werewolves. Any and all information known about them my dad was certain to make sure I knew it. To be honest at the time there was so much my mind was trying to process, that I did not get it all, but I understood enough. I understood that I was going to have to spend the night in the shed, and that as a werewolf there was going to be some pain. Little did I know how much. Transformations are excruciatingly painful, something no one but a werewolf can conceive. As a six-year-old I was frightened to death of the concept of being werewolf.

When the time came for me to go into the shed I must admit that I was petrified. The whole concept of one being out side alone would be enough to make any kid in my shoes wan t to cry, but to also be faced with the fact that I may very well be the monster who attacked me that was frightening beyond belief. But I knew my duty; I had to go out to that shed. My mum dressed me in old worn robes that once belonged to my father, and then the three of us walked out to the shed.

My parents gave me one last bit of encouragement before I was left to transform. With the door shut and locked I was enveloped in darkness, I immediately sat on the dirt floor of the shed and allowed silent tears to fall. I knew I was alone in this, and that is what I think frightened me the most.

An hour or two passed before anything began to happen. The first thing I noticed was the hair on the back of my neck standing on end, with a sudden and intense increase in the five senses. I did not have time to explore these new found senses, for that was when it hit, the first wave of pain. It caused my body to go rigid and I started to shake. I didn’t initially make a sound for the pain had caught me short of breath. Next to happen was for everything to move and contour in shape and form. A yell escaped and issued forth from my mouth but it was quickly transformed into a howl.

Now normally I do not have recollections of being the wolf but this night there were parts of it that I remembered vividly. At this time I hadn’t quite learned to hide and sleep while the wolf was in control. As the wolf I remember smelling humans non-wolf kind. There was an intense desire to get at them. As the wolf lunged at the shed door to kill them, I realized that these humans were my parents. I screamed and yelled for the wolf to stop, but it insisted. I had no control, it was here that my mind naturally retreated within itself and I went to sleep having no more conscious awareness of the wolf’s actions that night.

My next memory was waking up with a groan and pain as my mum wiped my forehead with a cool rag. Her eyes were blood shot and she looked worn. I wanted to sit up and ask what had happened, but I was too tired and weak. There was a general pain and aching in every part of me.
There were many struggles as I learned about being a wolf, but to tell it all would take too much time. I feel it is more important to cover other major events in my lifetime, rather than cataloging time in learning about being a werewolf. I feel I have giving you a sufficient idea of my condition. I will freely admit that in the course of my writings, I may have become a bit nostalgic about it, but what is done is done.

Having grown up as I had I had grown accustomed to a lack of acceptance. It was something well ingrained into me by my father. I had come to expect it. Some may wonder about my father’s up bringing of me but he only wanted to be sure to prepare me for the future. He knew of the difficulties I would face. I think this was also the reason he made sure I was well educated.

When my Hogwarts acceptance letter came, I wasn’t excited like most eleven year olds. I took my letter with a grain of salt. I was accepted, but would not be attending. I kept my mouth shut on how I wanted to go. I didn’t know that my parents were considering the possibility of my going.

Little did I know that my father was in dialogue with Professor Dumbeldore so that I might be able to attend an idea set forth by the headmaster himself. So, having already accepted the fact that I was not going to attend Hogwarts I was shocked to walk into my room one day to find schoolbooks and uniforms, and an owl sitting on my bed. It was then that it was all explained to me. That was when I became excited to go to school though fear did eventually creep up. So many questions ran through my head before hand. Would I be able to make friends? What if someone figures out my secret? What house would I be sorted into? Would I do well academically? Those were just a few of them.

My parents prepped me well on how to keep my condition a secret and I can not even begin to count the number of times I was reminded of the importance of secrecy, a fact I knew quite well seeing as my own grandmother rejected me considering me a monster and no longer her grandson.

The most difficult part of arriving at Hogwarts when I did was the fact that within a few short days I would be facing the moon. It was what concerned me the most about the start of term. It was the key factor as to why I tried to go unnoticed the first few days of school. I arrived on the train and spent most of my time sleeping or reading and making little conversation with my fellow first years. I fear I left those few with the impression that I was a stuck up bookworm, I was fortunate that those few weren’t my roommates. It is quite difficult to break a first impression.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts I kept quite and followed directions, not really making much contact at all. I wasn’t rude, if someone spoke to me, I would speak back but I wouldn’t keep conversation going. I knew for my first moon to go unnoticed as possible I had to go the same though I was desperate to make friends I had to wait. When it came my turn to be sorted I was shocked and amazed to be placed into Gryffindor. My mother was a Hufflepuff and my father was a Ravenclaw they both thought for sure I would be in Ravenclaw due to my sharp mind and love for books.

I had a unique set of roommates in Gryffindor but I wouldn’t have been able to tell you much about them at the time due to the fact that I was quite focused on keeping myself unnoticed and the impending moon. It wasn’t long until the moon hit. I hated the fact that I was having one so close to that start but I couldn’t control things. I did as I was told and reported to Madame Pompfrey who led me to the tree and touched the knot informing me that she would be back come morning. I nodded my head and went down.

The passage was long and narrow the smell of damp soil was strong. The small area was quite confining and had the ability to make anyone feel a bit claustrophobic. In truth it was a claustrophobic’s worst nightmare. As I walked the long passageway I felt my head start to spin as my stomach tightened in knots. My nerves were on end and all I wanted was for this to be over. The walk to the end of the passage did seem un-ending, though it truth it was hardly over a mile, but nerves and uncertainty have a tendency to make things longer and worse than what they are.

When I finally reached the end I was relieved to one degree but more nervous in another. It was an odd mixture of feelings, but I proceeded on opening the hatch and then dousing my wand, setting it in a safe corner I climbed up into the shack and closed the hatch as Madame Pompfrey had instructed.

I stood looking around for a minute or two. It was a dark and dingy place, much like the shed back home only more spacious. The shack was dimly lit by the light of the setting sun breaking through the small cracks in the wood. It wasn’t enough for the wolf to break through but it provided much appreciated light. As I walked through the house, I wondered how the wolf would react to the new environment. I knew it wouldn’t be long till I would find out the hour of 6pm (when the full moon rises) quickly approaching.

As always the wolf arrived precisely on schedule and the pain was as unpleasant as it always ever is. I was quickly removed from the situation hiding away until it was morning once again. I awoke to find myself on the second floor of the shack. As usual every muscle, bone and joint ached, though this time around I did not suffer the cuts and scratches that normally did. It surprised me until I realized that the shack was a new environment for the wolf to discover and there was a distinct lack of human presence. If only this could keep up, then my time at school as a werewolf would not be as bad as it could be.

Slowly I lifted myself up off the floor, the cracks that had allowed the dusk light in the evening prior were now flooded with sunlight. It was tempting as ever to just remain on the floor and sleep, I was so exhausted and the sunlight was quite warm, but I knew better of it and pushed my self upward groaning as I did so. I debated waiting on Madame Pompfrey but I decided it was best if I didn’t, seeing as I would be tempted to sleep right where I was. I also know it was best for me to get back to the hospital wing where I would be more comfortable and well cared for.

I trudged my way down the steps to the first floor and then dropped myself down into the tunnel hardly remembering to grab my wand and lighting it, so I could manage my way back. When I approached the base of the tree, I could hear it creaking above me until I prodded the knot. While prodding the knot I lifted my self up and out from the tunnel and then proceeded from the tree. With the prodding of the knot the tree would remain frozen for a time beyond the initial prodding and it lasted long enough for me to get away from it before it could attack me. I made it as far as the door when Madame Pompfrey reached me and quickly ushered me in to be cared for before others saw me. I spent most of the day sleeping as usual. It was near suppertime that I awoke more due to hunger than anything else. Madame Pompfrey allowed me to go to dinner with the rest of the castle but ordered a good nights rest seeing as I wasn’t that terribly injured from the night prior.

I knew I looked horrid as I made my way to the Great Hall to eat. I sat down loading my plate with food (the last time I had eaten being lunch the day prior). I choose the reddest meat I could find (a bit of the werewolf cravings still within me). I hardly began to eat when my dorm mates wondering where I had been approached me wondering why I looked so horrid. I of course lied to them. I couldn’t tell the truth I would have been run out of my room and quite possibly out of the school if they knew they were going to school with a werewolf. I said that I had become home sick and didn’t sleep well and just needed some time alone. I don’t think my lie was ever really believed but the questioned subsided and it was then that I began to get to know the people who I would later consider my best mates. Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. I was also dorm mates with Gideon and Fabian Prewett but they seemed to stick together through most of everything so I didn’t get to know them of become close to them as I did the other guys.

As time pass games fun and pranks began to ensue I would disappear once every month being sick or having to go home to see a sick parent or aunt or go to a funeral for the death of some obscure relative. The excuses changed fairly frequently so that hopefully I wouldn’t be caught at what was going on. It seemed to work over all, but I couldn’t help but worry that my lies weren’t entirely being bought. There was little I could do though so I attempted to go on with life and learn what I could taking advantage of the learning and friends I did have for I never knew when such things could possibly come to an end. I was always prepared for theses things, which I hold dear to myself to be ripped away, and it was why I clung to them all the more. It was the main reason why I found myself agreeing to more pranks than I probably ever should have.

Of course with the moons they weren’t all as simple as the first one of the semester was, things actually did get nasty at times because the wolf was bored it didn’t have much to bit so it bit itself instead and I would suffer the pain for it afterward.

When the school year came to a close I was relieved I had just completed an entire year with out problem, I didn’t get the chance to bit anyone passing along my curse, nor was I discovered and run out of the school for being a werewolf. I had another year before me and I looked forward to it. The transition back to the shed was a rough one and the summer was not pleasant in the least but I managed, and second year began. I went through another moon and provided yet another lie as to my disappearance and it seemed that my lie was less believed than the previous year. This worried me, I was getting a great number of odd looks from both Sirius and James, they kept pestering me about there possibly being something I wanted to tell them and I would always answer no.

This continued for a week when it was decided that we would have a sit down, Sirius, James, Peter and myself. I was told that I should just give up and tell them because they knew already. I instantly had a cold sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I stared at all of them I looked each and the eye and knew. Panicked I tried to bolt but was held back by James and Sirius and was informed that there was no need to run that they knew about my condition and that they didn’t care. Needless to say I was shocked and grateful. I asked them never to tell and in exchange told them my story of how I go bit.

It was a full month and a half later that the idea of me having company on the moons came up. I, of course, was opposed to the idea the instant I heard it. I knew my friends would be bitten as the least and killed at the worst. That’s when I was told of the idea for them to become illegal animagi. I tried to protest speaking of the dangers and challenge but there was no dissuading them. From there work was set for them to work on the prospect of becoming animagi. There were a couple of times I would have to tutor Peter in certain transfiguration concepts seeing as I was the only one who had patience enough to teach him, despite James and Sirius having a better grasp of the concepts. (Admittedly Transfiguration was one of my weaker subjects.)

It was in fifth year that the goal was attained; James Sirius and Peter all three were able to transfigure themselves in to a stag, a dog and a rat respectively. When the feat was accomplished I still tried to talk then out of joining me on the moons. I didn’t know how the wolf was going to react to their presence, and I didn’t want to do anything to them when I was out of control. Of course there was no stopping them and they did indeed join me on that night. It was amazing after that first night what my condition was like. I was in better shape than what I had been my first night in the shack. I was told that the wolf mainly sniffed around it looked like I was about ready to eat Peter at any minute. James and Sirius found it all funny and I couldn’t help but smile at the idea though it seemed Peter was less than enthused about being though of as a midnight snack for me as a wolf.

With the first moon going well I agreed to allow them to come again and they did. It was a bit rougher of a night for all of us the wolf knowing who they were decided to test their strengths. We were all a bit battered after that night. I apologized for doing such a thing, but was quickly dismissed for it and was informed that it was fun and that it still helped me.

From there moons began to flow for us. I as a wolf would attack a bit we would have a bit of a fight and the wolf would calm down. The first night we left the shack to explore outside it was done without my knowledge. I was informed of it after the fact having a singular flash of memory from the night prior of Hogsmeade. I admit I was mad at them for taking such a risk. I could have broken free and attacked some one. I was laughed off and plans were made for exploration the next night against my will. I took till near the end of the fifth year before I finally relaxed on the matter. I think it was a combination of James, Sirius and Peter seemed to know what they were doing and I needed to focus on my studies for O.W.L.s. I was quite busy there at the end of fifth year with prefect duties and studies and moons. But everything in life seemed to be going perfect for me at that point in time, too bad it didn’t last too long.

Things actually seemed perfect until my transformation was used against me by one whom I had trusted. There was a lot going on at the time and one of those things included Snape inquiring into my monthly "illness". I know there was more to it than just questions and Sirius sent Snape into follow me. I do not think it occurred to him how doing that would not only destroy Snape but me as well. It was a betrayal at the deepest level and it was fortunate that James stepped in and kept me from attacking Snape in wolf form. In the end it took a long time for Sirius and I to come to terms with each other where I could trust him again and our friendship went back to something normal, of course the impending war helped to speed things along and James and Lily went into hiding. I find it lucky to this day that James, Lily, Harry, and even Ariana whom Lily was pregnant with at the time were spared. It is why I still fight with the order because no one should have to face that sort of fear again but I know it might be inevitable. It is why we are preparing, we need to be able to stop Voldemort before he can destroy people's lives again. Frank and Alice were my friends after all, they were all of our friends.


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without an EDUCATION

where would you be

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HOUSE ;; Gryffindor
YEAR ;; Graduated
WAND ;; 10 1/4 inches, Holly, Werewolfhair
BEST SUBJECT ;; Defense Against the Dark Arts, he does quite well and he is intrigued by defense particularly in warding off Dark Creatures
WORST SUBJECT ;;Not really any seeing as Remus values educational opportunities though Transfiguration is one of his weaker areas
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sometimes your job

is all you have

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POSITION ;;unemployed/working for the Order (Dumbledore was kind enough to have created a paid position)
QUALIFICATIONS ;; Being a werewolf makes finding and keeping a job difficult Remus has held many different ones over the years
HOW MANY YEARS ;; Remus has been part of the Order since shortly after graduation
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Take a look BEHIND THE CHARACTER

and what do you see

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YOUR NAME ;; Carrie
AGE ;; 26
EXPERIENCE ;; See Ariana or Seamus
HOW DID YOU FIND US ;; advert on What Lies Within
RP SAMPLE ;;

I have several posts floating on the site now. 

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[Lakin!]

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Don't forget to post in the claims!