r. j. lupin

I just feel really achy. Like my body doesn’t want to move. I’m sure it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. How was the party for you anyway? 

I had a decent time overall. Lots of first years to keep track of, I think. And I really would feel better if you saw Madam Pomfrey at some point today.

Ah, good job. I honestly don’t know what happened. One minute I’m handed a blue drink, the next I’m waking up on my bed.

Are you sure you're feeling okay? Nothing weird?

Remus! You normally have such a good eye for things. As long as I wasn’t dancing on tables, all is well.

I do, yeah. Don't recall anyone on tables, though, so you should be fine.

I can’t remember whether I made out with anyone at the Halloween party. I can’t actually remember anything. 

I do not remember seeing you, so I won't be much help.

“Have I ever spoken to a house elf,” Arthur began with a semi-dramatic eye roll, but Remus’ next words drew a softer expression to his face. “Oh…yeah? You-you think they enjoy it? Well, I mean, gosh then who am I to complain? You probably think I’m some sort of problem starter or something. Don’t you?”

"N-no, I don't think that at all." Remus's head shook adamantly. "I just think that maybe that isn't the best cause to devote yourself to. Merlin knows they're certainly not trying to change their lives."

"All I’m saying is that it’s bloody unfair the elves don’t get to enjoy the feast with us! Imagine slaving away all day for a feast you can’t even touch! Barbaric, is what it is.”

"I'm not disagreeing-- really, I'm not. But have you ever spoken to a house elf, Arthur? They're quite fond of their jobs."

Well..it started off as being spiked punch and now its just me continuing as much as possible. It’s Halloween! There’s candy! It’s absolutely wonderful! 

Well, alright. Sorry you got spiked, even if you don't seem to mind too much.

Remus! How are you? You look rad tonight! 

So... do you? Any particular reason you're singing tonight?

Happy Halloween!!!

Happy Halloween, Miranda.

Remus Lupin. You’re having tea with me. Come. 

I-- alright. Just one cup, though.

Sure you’re not. What kind of things? Talking about it normally makes it better. No I don’t, because I wasn’t smart enough- or dumb enough, depending on how you view the situation, to take the hardest elective here. One of the eagles would probably help you though. Emmeline seems like she’s the Arithmancy type.

Everything and nothing, Molly. I'll be fine as soon as I finish this assignment. Might make my way over to talk to Emmeline, but I feel like if I don't do this myself I won't actually be catching up at all.