howling ghosts they reappear

After school is out, I promise to be right back here and just as active as you all deserve. I hope you can all understand this mini-hiatus, and know that I do want to reply to each and every one of you, because I just love it here and you are all simply amazing. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I'll be back shortly! Don't blow the place up in my absence. Chloe & Autumn, I'm talking to you.

OOC: Due to the fact that he's a canon character, the majority of my inspiration and basis for my interpretation of Remus come from a combination of J.K. Rowling's writing and the David Thewlis' wonderful acting in the film adaptations. I love the depth that his actor added in the quiet support that he helped bring to Harry and all those around him, and the humble way that he approached each situation. I usually always try to remain as true to his origins as possible with regards to his characterization and story lines, but part of the fun with playing Marauder-Era characters is that we get to fill in the part that leads up to the current version of the person that he is later on, and what makes him who he is. This AU allows me to have even further leeway with his behaviors, as his ending is truly open as well, so there's a possibility that I could change and evolve him to follow a different path than that with which we see portrayed in the series, which is both terribly exciting and horrible at the same time. You never know what will happen.

I believe that that one was worn out within the first mont of first year, truthfully.

"Please, please tell me what they looked likeDid they seem afraid of you?They were kids that I once knewThey were kids that I once knew"

Dead Hearts - Stars

It was the Halloween of 1965, and a flourish of warm autumn colors decorated the small lane that Remus and his mother would walk together on their way to the little schoolhouse where he was supposed to be attending a muggle preschool. His mother smiled down at him as he jumped over a rock that lined the road, dressed in one of their old sheets as a little ghost for the occasion. Though he wore a grin on his face as he adjusted the eye holes with one hand, the other hand that was clasping tightly around that of his mother’s betrayed his apparent confidence, and the women gave him a little squeeze in response that told him “It’ll be alright”, before they hurried down the lane together, not wanting to be late for class that morning.

As they opened the wooden door together, they were greeted with a chorus of giggles from children who chased each other around, all decked out in costumes of their own for the occasion. Kathy was a princess, and Robert was Superman. Michael was cackling with joy as he spun around in his cape to chase the other kids, a pale-faced vampire complete with a touch of red running down his jaw. Remus was quiet, and stood beside his mother with one hand around her leg as the women made her usual pleasantries with the other mothers dropped their children off, each complementing each other on how cute their little girls were, or how happy each of their sons appeared. 

“Go on, Remus.” His mother ushered as she noticed her young son still hanging by his side, tentative to run out and play with all of the other children. Bending down in front of him, she fixed the positioning of his little eye holes before speaking softly. “I’ll be back to pick you up at noon, sweetie, alright? Run along, now.” 

He didn’t run along just yet, though, instead choosing to watch by the window as she smiled back at him and turned away, waving to a few other mothers by their vehicles and then proceeding to walk back along the side of the road and towards their little house, down the lane. With his ghost-nose pressed up against the glass, the voice of a little girl by his side startled him, and he turned towards the source of the noise curiously. It was Kathy, the princess, a sweet little girl who also tended to be fairly quiet around everyone else, and she wore a funny smile as she danced around him, her hand outstretched with a glittery wand that she waved about gleefully. He smiled a bit, but only because he knew that princesses didn’t have wands. His dad had a real wand, and it wasn’t glittery or pink or to be waved around like that, but the sight made him happy nonetheless, and so he followed the pink girl as she trotted off to join the others in the main room, her too-big high heels clicking against the wooden floor as she went.

“Remus, what are you s’posed to be?” Robert asked as they approached, his red cape trailing the ground. 

“I’m a ghost.” He replied quietly, tilting his head towards the other boy. “I like your Superman costume.”

“Thanks.” The boy flashed back with a grin, excited to show off his new costume as he did a turn for the other kids. “It’s even got the cape- see?”

“That’s really neat, Robbie.” Kathy chimed in, and the two children watched as Robert showed off all of the various parts of his costume, from the boots his grandma had made him, to the fact that he got to wear his underwear on the outside. After a few minutes, he even had Kathy, who adored her princess attire, wishing that her mother had made her a Superman costume instead. “Maybe my mama will make me one for next year.” She spoke with a grin as she tried on the red cape, twirling around in it and pretending to shoot off a few more spells. 

Remus had been focused on fixing the little holes for his eyes again as footsteps were heard behind him. Suddenly, a furry pair of hands clasped onto his shoulders hard as a loud growl came up from behind, shaking him about for a moment. The boy in the costume had startled him, and as he released Remus and came forwards to show him his brilliant costume, the little boy’s eyes grew wide and the blood from his face drained quickly, his face growing as white as the sheet he was dressed him. Standing in front of him was a bigger boy dressed in a large, furry suit, complete with sharp fake teeth and red blood dripping down from his mouth, his hands raised high and eyes looking angry and mean. “Look! I’m a big bad werewolf, I’m going to eat you all!” He shouted tauntingly, and the other children shrieked playfully and ran away as the little boy shook his head in a crazed and wild manner, pretending to run after and bite all of the others as they tripped over each other, scattering around the room. Amidst the commotion, however, no one noticed the little ghost who hadn’t moved a muscle, standing still in the rowdy classroom, tears streaming down his face as he stood paralyzed with fear, his lip quivering at the all-too familiar sight in front of him. 

His mother had been called, but he didn’t stop crying the entire time that it for her to stop what she was doing and meet him back at the school early, at the request of the nervous adult. The teacher had ushered him into the quieter waiting room, and was puzzled with concern as she did her best to placate the child, but his little shoulders shook ceaselessly, and she couldn’t know what was wrong. No, he didn’t want a lollipop. No, he didn’t want to play with fire engine that Michael had. No, he didn’t even want to have Kathy over to sit with him for a while. He wouldn’t speak a word, and didn’t stop shaking until his mother had rushed in and scooped him up into her arms, her tight embrace safe and warm and comforting as he cried into her shoulder, telling her that he wanted to go. She squeezed him tightly and whispered in his ear that everything was going to be okay, and that it was alright now. There was nothing to be afraid of, she was here. His little white head bobbed up and down, but refused to let up on his hold as she moved forwards to speak to the teacher and inform her that she would be taking him home for the rest of the day, and that she would be sure to call her later on so that they could chat. With a short nod, the lady dismissed them and went back to the other children, who had taken turns in pretending to be bitten by the boy in the scary werewolf costume.