R.J. Lupin

remus lupin // 6th year // gryffindor

duelling club && astronomy club (sporadically)

he and his mum must both be pretty ill because he has to go away either to visit her or for his own health like, every month. plus there’s the whole not starting school straight away thing.

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Remus Lupin loved sleep. That was not a secret. In fact, it was probably the only detail about him beside his name that Gryffindor House had been able to agree on. If it were up to him classes wouldn’t start until after eleven to give him a decent lie-in and they would break in the afternoon for a nap and he would make no changes to curfew. What was less known was that while certain times of the month he could sleep for days without interruption (if only life would let him), there were other times when he was hit with bouts of insomnia. Worries keeping him up all night and pains in his body that woke him if he moved too suddenly in his sleep or an inconvenient craving for tobacco hitting him in the middle of the night.

it  was  no  secret,  to  anyone  really,  that  sybill  trelawney  enjoyed  taking  part  in  a  fair  bit  of  illegal  activities.  though,  in  all  honesty,  she  was  glad  that  she  had  found  and  subsequently  become  part  of  the  hogwarts  party  scene.  even  if  it  was  slowly  beginning  to  eat  her  up  inside,  knowing  how  disappointed  her  parents  would  be  if  they  ever  found  out  the  truth  about  their  daughter’s  extracurricular  activities.  in  classic  sybill  fashion,  she  tried  not  to  think  about  it  too  much,  preferring  to  focus  on  the  more  important  things  at  hand  –  such  as  sneaking  off  to  the  astronomy  tower  to  smoke  a  blunt,  or  two.  

smiling,  sybill  turned  to  face  remus  as  he  fell  into  step  with  her,  genuinely  happy  to  see  the  wizard  whom  she  had  become  somewhat  close  with  over  the  last  couple  of  years.  “honestly,  i  think  i’ve  bitten  off  a  little  more  than  i  can  chew  this  year.  i’m  also  taking  divination,  transfiguration,  study  of  ancient  runes,  and  history  of  magic.  it  doesn’t  sound  like  much,  but  it’s  been  a  lot.”  she  admitted,  knowing  that  she  was  probably  over-sharing,  though  it  didn’t  bother  her  much  –  boundaries  were  definitely  not  sybill’s  strong  suit.  “what  about  you?  what  classes  are  you  taking  this  year?”

There was an incredible lightness to being around Sybill. Maybe it was just because they were usually high when they hung out but it was much easier to forget the troubles that came with being a teenager, let alone a teenage werewolf. Remus shook his head. “It does sound like a lot. Or, perhaps not, as that is only one more subject than I have chosen but considering they let people only take three NEWT classes and even the Auror programme only specifically ask for five, any extra on top of that is going to feel like a lot. I, too, am taking Transfiguration, as well as Defence Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures.” The latter two were probably not much of a surprise to anybody who had seen him in either class, as they were subjects his father had focused on when it came to his magical education during home-schooling. Astronomy was the only subject he had ever been able to demonstrate more knowledge about but he had avoided that one when picking his NEWT subjects and he hoped that him not commenting on the fact that the Astronomy club president wasn’t taking the subject meant that she would give him the same consideration.

He chewed on his lip for a moment, having already exhausted his repertoire of small talk that didn’t involve asking if she had been made to write out the winking witch’s spill. So, he fell back on old habits. “What’s next for you? Because I have a free period and the last bit of my summer stash. It’s muggle but that doesn’t mean it’s not good.”

           𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙻𝚈  ,  james  had  been  making  his  rounds  at  the  unsanctioned  astronomy  tower  party  ,  causing  giggles  for  his  half  -  drunk  dancing  or  eye  -  rolls  from  his  tipsy  coquetry  with  every  girl  and  their  friend  .  regardless  of  the  response  both  actions  were  expected  ,  anticipated  even  and  after  all  ,  he  did  have  a  reputation  to  uphold  .

          “  aw  come  on  loopey  ,  ”  james  wraps  an  arm  around  his  shoulders  ,  playfully  dragging  him  closer  in  a  messy  side  -  hug  .  “  you  don’t  have  to  do  any  talking  ,  it’s  me  that  will  ramble  on  and  you  can  just  listen  if  you  want  .  or  at  least  pretend  to  .  just  staaaay  .  ”  he  shakes  him  slightly  ,  elongating  the  last  word  as  he  did  so  .  “  it’s  bad  for  you  to  be  cooped  up  in  that  old  stinky  room  .  i  actually  read  about  how  constantly  being  alone  can  actually  physically  shrink  your  uh  ,  y’know  tallywacker  .  ”

There was a strange dynamic in their dormroom  — or at least, Remus always imagined there was. James was lively and outgoing and everything that Remus could never be and by all rights he shouldn’t want to be seen hanging out with the weirdo who turned up at school two years late amid a cloud of rumours from the outrageous to the absurd (and not one getting close to the truth). Remus couldn’t be good for his reputation. And yet, he was persistent. The nickname seemed to be in good-humour, and Remus knew better than to react to it. Reactions demanded explanations and he wasn’t willing to offer up that he hated his surname, with it’s horribly ironic connotations and that loopy was a bit too close to loony and the idea of an insanity caused by the moon was something that hit a bit too close to home for Remus. But, he had never reacted beyond a roll of his eyes, after he had made sure James knew that wasn’t actually his surname. A roll of the eyes was all he gave now; that and a question: “How much have you had to drink, exactly?” Not that he was judging, because Remus had hardly stayed dry all night, but he handled his alcohol a little bit too well.

there  are  two  kinds  of  people  in  this  world﹕   people  who  enjoy  parties  –  the  ones  that  thrive  in  crowds  and  get  lost  in  the  energy,  people  who  walk  through  the  door  with  arms  raised  in  a  celebratory  cheer.  then,  there  are  people  like  her  –  who  shrink  in  a  crowd,  who  plaster  their  palms  against  the  walls  and  can’t  find  their  breath  (  or  their  thoughts  )  in  the  music.  hestia  jones  does  not  succeed  in  parties  the  way  she  succeeds  in  everything  else.  it’s  the  most  frustrating  thing  about  her,  she  decides.

her  breath  finally  slows  when  she  thinks  she’s  alone,  just  to  find  somebody  else  here.  hestia  can’t  hide  the  grimace  even  if  she  wanted  to.    “  who  said  i  was  here  to  talk?  ”  she  almost  snaps,  hands  moving  to  her  temples.    “  enjoy  your  silence,  i’ll  enjoy  mine.  ”

Remus finally looked up when the person replied, the voice feeling familiar enough for him to glance back and the face certainly familiar. Much more so than the voice because that was how they were. They would sit together and they wouldn’t talk. Immediately, he relaxed. “Sorry, Hestia. I thought you were going to be...” he waved a hand in the direction of the main hubbub of the party to indicate the sorts of people who thought coming to something like this meant socialising and being loud and annoying everybody they saw.

He leaned back on his hands, shuffling slightly to make sure that there was room for her to sit, content to fall into an agreeable silence. After a moment’s hesitation, he took his cigarette pack from his pocket and laid it down on the floor between them, just in case she wanted one, but he didn’t make a verbal offer. It was more comfortable not feeling like he had to make an effort at small talk.

It was something of an unexpected friendship, to outsiders. Could there be two personalities so incredibly different from that of Remus Lupin and Sybill Trelawney? When Remus first started at Hogwarts, however, two years late, a first-year/third-year, he had already passed a good few full moons self-medicating with marijuana. In his search for the Hogwarts black market, he found Sybill. It would have been easy to do their experimenting and then go their separate ways but somehow they fell into a pattern and kept drifting back to each other (even if only when there was a blunt to be passed between them).

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“everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”  - mark twain

——  ♡   the astronomy  tower   was  probably  sirius’s  favourite  place  in  the  school .   if  anyone  asked  why  ,  he’d  air  his  entitlement  and  boast  about  how  fitting  his  name  is  to  the  place  itself  ,  claiming  it  as  his  throne .  but  if  you’d  given  him  veritaserum  ,  he’d  tell  you  how  much  he  liked  the  solidarity  and  cool  night  air  ,  a  throne  ,  still  ,  but  one  fit  for  a  prince  in  exile.  

                             he  didn’t  know  much  about  the  lupin  boy  ,  late  transfer   and  sometimes  in  some  clubs  with  him ,  but  he’d  like  to  think  he  could  read  him  decently  well  –  at  least  make  assumptions .  whatever  it  was  ,  sirius  was  feeling  drawn  to  remus  tonight  for  some  reason .   ❛  MISSED  YOU  IN  ASTRONOMY  CLUB .  ❜  he  spoke  ,  ignoring  though  hearing  what  the  other  had  said  as  he  approached .  he  was  looking  down  at  his  kicking  and  shuffling  feet  as  he  inched  forward  ,  only  looking  up  at  the  other  when  he  finished  speaking  ,  eyes  inquisitive  ,  though  unsure  what  they. were  searching  for  in  the  other’s .  the  slyherin  is  equally  unsure  why  his  character  had  softened  around  the  gryffindor  ,  maybe  it  was  the  alcohol  or  maybe  it  was  just  empathy  preventing  him  from  being  mean  to  him .  he’d  decided  to  address  remus’s  words ,   “hey ,  hey,  please  don’t  leave…”  sirius  paused  ,  letting  a  moment  pass  between  the  small  space  between  them,  “…will  i  see  you  at  duelling  club  tomorrow?”

In Remus’ humble opinion, this was the best place they could have chosen for a party. Whoever chose it, that is. Sure, it was a bit stupid from the point of view that it was an obvious place for the teachers to check and there was only one exit so nowhere to run, but it was high up, which he liked, and it was open, which was nice for smoking, and even if he had no intention of socialising the buzz of people around him felt almost comforting after the stretch of silence that was a summer in the Lupin household. Home was boring, and there was always something interesting going on at Hogwarts.

“it’s  a  new  dawn,   it’s  a  new  day,   it’s  a  new  life  for  me,   ‘n   i’m  feeling   …   like  this  energy  is  not  being  reciprocated.”      she  pouts,   lips  pushing  out  dramatically  to  seal  the  ‘puss  in  boots’  act.      “should  i  go  from  the  top  or  am  i  just  wasting  my  voice  and  my  time?”      she  pauses,   waits  a  second,   then  fingers,   of  their  own  accord,   go  to  knock  against  their  skull,   gently.      “hellooooo,   anyone  home?”      she  smiles,   like  you  would  at  a  growling  bear,   with  a  hint  of  concern  and  caution.

“did  professor  binns  suck  your  life  force  already?”      that’s  how  you  know  she’s  trying  to  throw  them  a  bone   ⏤   if  anyone  has  a  kind  word  to  say  about  the  worst  teacher  in  hogwarts  history,   it’s  lily,   even  if  it’s  out  of  her  ass  most  times.

Remus sometimes struggled with blocking out external sounds. While his mam usually liked to have music on, it was always a quiet background noise. It was a necessary skill in the Gryffindor common room, particularly for someone who was rarely a part of the boisterous conversations going on around him, but it would be a few weeks before he was really used to it again, and if he still found it hard to ignore now that he was a sixth year, he doubted he would ever truly master the art. Particularly when it came to singing in his ear that Remus definitely had no intention of joining in with. He would try, though, god damn it, and so he focused furiously on the textbook in his lap, the only sign that he could hear Lily being the frown that appeared on his face from the effort of reading despite the distraction. Even he couldn’t pretend to ignore her knocking on his head, however, and he swatted at her arm.    “Jesus fucking Christ, Lily, it’s way too early for this.”     It might seem like a grouchy response (and it kind of was) but if Remus was any less comfortable with Lily he would be painfully polite. He would make more of an effort to tone down both the Welsh lilt to his accent and the (particularly muggle) strong language that he brought back to school with him after a prolonged period of spending time almost exclusively with his mam.