#gryffinwolf

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eWWWWW WHO ARE THEYyyyy. groSS. no but. for you - will try. begrudgingly but. attempt. i will say this. i care, possibly too much, but quite often a great deal about a thousand little things. and some wonderful people are / have been my friends. and for that, my love of them, i say that i must be okay - because i cant question their taste too much.

when remus had suggested a walk one morning,    regulus couldn’t deny that he’d spent so much time holed up in their room staring at the wall in search of a sudden moment of clarity,    that his legs were numb and his eyes were starting to dry;    he’d agreed on the condition that they trade possession of the locket,    remus had been wearing it since their arrival and regulus understood the toll it was most likely beginning to take.    regulus had wanted to wait outside in the sudden downpour when remus had gone into what he’d called a ‘charity shop’,    but his curiosity had bested him and he instead passed the time wandering past the shelves,    his lack of understanding for half of the things in the place evident on his face.    when remus had joined him again he was shoving something inside his coat;    regulus hadn’t questioned it.

@gryffinwolf​ ,    ‘ i figured you love to read. ’

remus lupin is a heathen // @gryffinwolf // inbox clean out

he's watching him. a flinch with every bite. pineapple. of all the ... ' did you even put it on my cheese pizza? ' he's pulling his slice back, examining beneath the cheese layer. fingertip to delve into the gooey layers. this means war. of course.

fingers smeared with bright red marinara, he's leaning over teh table reaching to smear it on the cheek of one werewolf friend. fingertips just grazing the skin before he gives a dramatic huff.

no but he does have a brother

     the first night of term is always chaotic, as stressful as it is invigorating. making sure all accommodations are prepared prior to the students’ arrival, shepherding first years into the castle without incident, sitting through the feast, dealing with special arrangements for certain students — it would be busy enough even without sudden emergencies like potter’s run-in with a dementor to check up on right away. minerva can’t really complain — in all honesty she finds it invigorating, seeing the castle fill with students again after a quiet summer — but there’s hardly a moment’s rest on september first, and that includes the feast.

     tonight there is one duty, however, that she can’t say she isn’t looking forward to. usually new professors are oriented before term begins, with time to settle in to their new quarters and classrooms prior to student arrival. remus lupin’s circumstances are different. minerva had checked in on the defense professor’s office and its attached quarters just this morning to be sure the house-elves had removed all traces of its previous occupant down to the last autographed photo, and now all that remains is to settle its new resident in.

     if minerva had harbored any worries about the decision to hire remus lupin — not for anyone else’s safety, no, but for his own should the parents or, worse, the school board discover his lycanthropy — then they were overwritten the moment she saw him step into the great hall earlier in the night. clearly he has not been living well, if his shabby appearance and too-thin frame are any indication, and minerva knows perfectly well how good a home hogwarts can be for those of them who have no other. regardless of anything else, it’s worth having him here for the sake of regular meals and being among peers who will respect him (and they will respect him, if minerva has anything to say about it).

  there’s a draft in the great hall,  she’s well aware of this.  and has noticed that the past few days remus lupin seems rather poorly.  huddled and leaning over the dining table.  so this morning she has brought down the quilt she and her mother made over the summer holidays.  bundled in her arms she heads towards the gryffindor table.  a smile on her lips - she knows of remus, though she could not fathom as to whether he’d know her.  regardless..

     ‘  you looked cold yesterday.  i brought you this.  the gryffindor table has the worst draft i’ve noticed. ‘  and with a gentle gesture, a flick of her wrist, the blanket rises magically to drape around his shoulders.  ‘ my mother and i made it,  i charmed the fabric -- it’s to make you feel warm even if you aren’t. ‘  there’s a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, her eyes seeming to see perhaps more than she ought.  but there’s nothing but kindness in her gaze.