we are a low word count, any level of experience rp set in harry's 3rd year at hogwarts. students and adults alike are welcome! given we are set fairly early in the series, everything that happens from this point on will be up to us! perhaps sirius black will be cleared and peter arrested, or perhaps something darker lurks in the shadows...
Remus raised an eyebrow. “That was irresponsible of you. He substituted for me when I needed it. Hermione? What do you mean…?” He picked up the first essay which was probably planned, as it was Harry’s essay. When he saw the title, his face paled a bit. “Ah.” He took in a deep breath.
“Your grade is going to suffer for this, you know.” His eyes twinkled slightly looking up at her, a little proud but also a bit sad at the same time.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 30, 2018 0:34:59 GMT
"Is it? Shame. Not like I'm three years behind as it is. You realize I'm going to be the oldest seventh year here, don't you?"
She rolls her eyes chuckling softly. "Plenty of time. I'll just make it up on my O.W.L's."
"But as you can see why I wrote about complete BS; not like I need to know how to identify and... anyway," she smirked. "She's wearing my clothes. Sitting in my chair. And I'm pretty sure eating my sandwich right now, but I can't be too sure."
A sigh, "luckily, other than Hermione, I don't think anyone really caught onto it. Just thought it was another stupid Snape essay. Thankfully. Next one is how to spot an Animagus."
He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Yes, but you wouldn’t want to be held back another year because you decided to stick it to a person who is ‘mean’.” Was she sure she wasn’t a Gryffindor? That sounded like a thing a Gryffindor would do in response to something like this. Either way, he was proud but also disappointed in her.
“Unfortunately not everyone followed your lead.” He had read through Harry’s response, even agreeing with Severus’s grade on it. Even still it hurt a little bit to see his dead friends’ son writing about how to kill him. He marked the grade down for sure and then moved onto the next one. “Back in school I had to answer how to identify a werewolf as well. I remember I told my friends this one. ‘One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin...’ Peter didn’t get it right away. Somehow. But you do need to make sure you know what everyone else would be looking for, and if you needed to defend yourself… how to do so.”
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 30, 2018 0:58:15 GMT
"What's another year?" she would be regretting that in about two years, for sure."Then again, it's probably just prolonging the inevitable. Can't hide from the real world forever, all cosy in Hogwarts where it's safe, and... stuff."
She air quoted the word 'safe' as she said it, rolling her eyes. "I'll never know why Dumbledore thought Lockhart was a good idea as a Defense professor. That was just asking for trouble before it even started."
She seems lost in thought for a second. "Come to think of it, I haven't done all that well in this class until you started teaching." She quirked an eyebrow playfully, "You're not playing favourites, are you?"
She sighs again, "really? Isn't that kinda morbid? Oh yes, let's do extensive research on all the way one can kill a werewolf. Sounds like a lovely way to spend a Sunday. I'd rather be in the come-and-go snogging some boy or girl. I'm not picky."
She smirked.
"Sev probably wrote something on mine too. I somehow skirted around detention though. Hm." she shook her head.
He looks at her with an amused expression and shakes his head making a few corrections to the marks on the essay he was reading. He couldn’t say it wasn’t affecting him, as he felt worse and worse the more he read the essays, but he knew he had to in order to make sure they were graded fairly. “It’s safer here than out there.”
“Dumbledore is the smartest man I’ve ever met. He had his reasons, I’m sure.” Then again, from what he had heard about Lockhart, it was terrible. He could tell from his kids as well, no one learned what they needed to last year and he was catching people up for their OWLs and NEWTS. He felt bad for the sixth years who failed their OWLs because of him.
“Rose, if you look at your professors, one was Voldemort himself and the other was a fraud. Why do you think you’re doing better now?” He raised an eyebrow studying her.
“Don’t think you have skirted around it yet.” He suggested, with no hint of joking in his voice, “You submitting that paper to Professor Snape, as you should refer to him, is akin to submitting that paper to me and insulting me.” He crossed his arms as he finished a couple more papers, his reading skills and speed pretty high allowing him to grade these papers with ease, especially since Severus had already graded them. “So, I will give you one chance to rewrite the essay and hand it in, or I’ll be forced to give you detention.” He looks a bit apologetic when he says it, but he knows she needed to know that when Severus was teaching his class, he was the authority and she shouldn’t disrespect him lest she disrespect her own brother
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 30, 2018 1:37:06 GMT
"But you and I both know that this isn't forever," she said, pursing her lips.
"Reasons, sure, okay. Give me one. Have you read his books? I can't believe I had to waste money on that! THE ENTIRE LIVING WORKS AND BIOGRAPHY OF GILDEROY LOCKHART. Why do I even still have them? Ugh. I had better use of those galleons."
She chewed on her bottom lip. "Point, though."
Her eyes widened at his tone, then she smirked. "you'll be forced or are you going to report me to Flitwick and have him deal with me?" The smirk fell. "Fine; I'll have an actual essay turned in. At least I confessed before you actually got to it."
Remus’s upper lip twitched slightly when she mentioned it wasn’t forever. He rather not think about Dumbledore… not being around anymore. That man was the greatest man he had ever met and accepted him and trusted him with things that would change the fate of the wizarding world – and if anyone knew a werewolf had that kind of trust from someone like Dumbledore, they’d stop trusting Dumbledore. “Hopefully our current ‘forever’ sticks around for a while. It feels like the calm before a storm at this time – I… hope nothing bad happens, but I can’t help but think we’ll need Dumbledore for several more years.”
Remus smirked and laughed at her reaction to Lockhart. “You know, someone did do all those things. Those were true stories, just not done by him. You did learn about the Wagga Wagga Werewolf yes? I heard of it before Lockhart wrote about it – for obvious reasons. There was a story of a spell that could force someone out of their wolf form. However, since the memory charm was used on the only one who really knew anything about it… I couldn’t learn any more about the spell that was used. But there were several witnesses who agreed with what Lockhart wrote – a man used a spell and the werewolf became human again. Wouldn’t that be fantastic to know?”
“I’ll be forced. Though perhaps I could ask Professor Snape for some advice to keep myself from being biased towards your detention…” He was joking about that from the way he was smiling at her.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 30, 2018 1:59:10 GMT
"Right, yes. But, I meant more like... the world outside of Hogwarts. Yanno. With all the other people in it." She shook her head, "I'm sure Dumbledore will be with us for a good long time."
Again, gonna regret that one too.
"Yes I read them, but how do I know that those are the actual stories," she chuckled. "For all I know, the bloke he obliterated for the Wagga Wagga Werewolf could've been you."
She made a face, "oh yes. If that spell was a thing it would be fantastic. Just a quick wave of the wand before you go feral and pop! Human. Cool. No more nasty tasting wolfsbane."
She gave him a look, "I have a feeling Snape's idea of a Detention would be to expel me. Or worse, hand me over to Filch."
“The world out there is what has made me who I am today. And from what I’ve been told by various sources, you don’t quite like the man I can be.” He gives her a sad smile and pulls the next essay, having gotten through half of them by now, getting more and more depressed the more he read. Oh, this was Hermione’s essay. And boy she always wrote a lot.
“All of his stories were real in some way. He stole them, spun them, and made people think he did them and gained fame from it. You just have to read it and figure what is just him and what actually happened. I went to Wagga Wagga after all of that happened to research, for obvious reasons. I figured him out by asking the residents exactly what happened – he just obliviated anyone who could tell for sure it wasn’t him. But some stories never quite added up with his tale. So… you sort fiction from reality. Who knows if that spell will ever resurface again because of what he did?”
“Oh, well then I’ll just send him a quick patronus, tell him to come up here to help punish you.”
“Quite unfortunate.” He seems to be particularly upset about it. He’d spent years tracking that spell down once he heard the story but there were just dead ends. Even Lockhart didn’t figure out the spell before he obliviated him.
“Well, then I’ll just save my message for later just in case you don’t turn in the essay.” He winks at her and chuckles to himself.
“W-Well just in general, I can be… well not someone you like. Someone who frustrates you. Someone who causes you to fall into holes of depression because of what I do.”
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 30, 2018 2:45:47 GMT
Oh, he was more than frustrating, he was infuriating.
"Oh, okay. I see. Fine."
Her jaw worked, he had touched a nerve for her. "You're right, you frustrate the ever living hell out of me and yes, the things you do causes me severe depression. Two peas in the pod we fucking are. You frustrate and depress the hell out of yourself thinking you're not good enough for anything or anyone to give two shits about you."
She stood up, her chair making a god awful noise as it was pushed back. "Newsflash, unfortunately for you, I do care. And don't you dare tell me I should because you don't have a say in who I care for. That is not your decision to make, Remus. You're not just hurting yourself when you're being a noble prat and pushing everyone away. It's time to wake up, Remus."
She settles a moment, before talking darkly, "I cannot believe that you would think that breaking my heart and pushing me away is doing the right thing."
"Can't you see," she ground out. "Can't you see how stupid that sounds?"
She shakes her head, "what do I have to do to earn your trust? To get you to believe in me? To earn your love? Tell me, Remus, please."
He set the essay he was on to the side when she seemed to get angry at his words. Pinching his nose, he stood up and placed his hands on the desk, leaning towards her and shaking his head.
“You don’t have to earn my love. I do love you. That’s why I did those things to you. Because it would have been so much easier if you just gave up on me. Because then you wouldn’t worry about me or my struggles.”
He rubs the back of his neck and then turns away. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, I told them not to tell you about it and here I am…” He turned back towards her and gave her a small smile. “I went to see mother and father.” Pausing for a moment he contemplated what he was about to say – there would be no turning back now. He had to keep going.
“I don’t know how to deal with any of this – with you, or Dora, so I asked them for what I should do.” He took in a deep breath and then sat down again, covering his face. “It’s been 12 years since I had any semblance of… normalcy. Nearly 30 years since I was a normal human being. What they said made sense, even if I didn’t want it to make sense. You have to understand, I don’t know how to have a normal relationship with anyone anymore. Not you, not Dora, and definitely not anyone else.”
“I figure their advice wouldn’t just apply to Dora, so I suppose I should make things clear to you too. Because if we don’t understand each other, this won’t work. I am a private man. I hate to depend on others for things I need. I believe I should be the one providing for those I care about, not the other way around. Just by being allowed to hang around anyone, I’m being shown more care than I believe I deserve. Not just because of what I am. For twelve years I believed in the guilt of one of my best friends and that the other two were dead. In my mind for twelve years I was the only survivor of any of my friends. I was alone. I felt I should have done more – it shouldn’t have been Peter, it should have been me. Even before that, I should have been there to protect James and Lily, but I wasn’t. They showed me love and care and I didn’t do what needed to be done to protect them.”
“I’m afraid of that happening again. For me to become complacent and accept the help of others and not taking it upon myself like I should do and end up being the only one to live through a tragedy. I truly believe I should have died that Halloween when James and Lily did.” He looked at her with a fire in his eyes. “For twelve years I’ve dwelled in that, I practically did die that day. But now I’m here, and I can’t run anymore. I can’t run from my job here at Hogwarts because if I did, I would lose the trust of a man who gave me a life. A man who gave me a chance when no one else did, not even my own family. Father didn’t want me to go to Hogwarts. But Dumbledore believed in me. Yes, I came to Hogwarts because Dumbledore asked. I didn’t come to Hogwarts because of Harry or because of you. You… can’t lose what you never had.”
“It’s not being noble. It’s being selfish. I’m afraid of becoming closer to you and losing you. I… yearn for affection. I want to be loved, but I also am too afraid of losing what loves me. Normally by this point I would have changed jobs and moved far away to avoid getting to attached. Why do you think my relationship with Dora has been so rocky? I’m afraid Rose. And even if you say I won’t lose you… James always said the Marauders would be together forever. That eventually when we had kids they’d end up together and we’d be family in more than one way. Look at us now.”
“How can I trust… that I won’t lose you or Dora when I couldn’t trust the first real friends I had since I was five that I knew for more than seven years?”
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 30, 2018 4:55:44 GMT
Irritation was etched across her face. She wouldn't cry, not again. Tears would do anything any more. However several things became apparent within in his story and she wanted nothing more than to go back and give Sirius Black a taste of her wand.
If he went to see mom and dad.. that means... he knows. He knows and still...
It was several minutes before she spoke, her eyes a storm of emotion. "First of all, relationships are a two-way street."
She swallowed thickly. "It's a constant exchange of giving and taking. T-that's your first problem there."
She inhaled, trying to keep herself steady, trying to think through her emotions.
"Dumbledore does believe in you," she said softly, finally looking up at him again. "He believed in you when you were just a kid, and he believes in you now. I think he believes that you that will take this opportunity that has presented itself before you.
He believes in the you that will let this fear go and allow yourself to open up to others again.
He believes in the you that wants to hold people close."
She heaved a sigh, "It's a tragedy what happened to Lily and James, yes, and there were decisions that lead up to that tragedy that caused a whole lot of mistrust between all of you. And I know you're attempting to figure out the actual truth of what happened, but it still doesn't change the fact that one tiny seed of doubt caused the whole thing to crumble."
She sniffed, rubbing at her eyes, "but do you honestly think I would betray you?" Her voice was tight. "What on earth, besides death - and I do hope it's, you know, a natural form of death and not because a war broke out - do you think you would lose me to? To lose Dora to? There is nothing at all in this world I could think of besides the inevitable. And you can't stop the inevitable, Remus.
James and Lily... it was untimely and unfair, I get that. But I would think they wouldn't want you being like this.
And the only way you can trust us is to give us the damn chance in the first place.
Mom and Dad were probably too nice to say it, but I think you need to hear it, you're a coward. You say you can't run, but even being stuck here you're still running."
Her jaw was working again, hurt in her eyes. "I'm... offended...that you've labelled me with all these mistrusts... these expectations that I'm going to let you down. How do you even know that when you won't give me the chance to prove to you that I won't?
It's unfair to me, and it's unfair to Dora.
You relish in our trust of you, proud yourself of it even - but you won't even bother giving us the chance to return it."
“I know – I just – I don’t know how to… let people give to me without feeling guilty.” He shook his head, covering his face and just… sitting there trying to make sure he didn’t react in a way that was unbecoming of a professor – he was always pushing it by talking like this and covering his face.
“I honestly didn’t think Peter or – or Sirius would betray me, and look at what happened, Rose,” He shook his head and quickly turned away looking towards his window and then walking over and looking out towards the grounds. “I could lose you to another traitor. I could lose you to – to you falling and love and not wanting me for anything else. I am a coward. I’m the biggest coward you’ll ever find.”
He turns back around towards her and walks around the desk, so he was closer to her and took her hands into his – if she allowed it. “The only way I can make you and her happy is to… accept this. Accept us. Try… to trust again. I can’t say that… I will do it well. But I can say I will try. I want to try for you and for Dora. I want to fight for the world where I can live, not just… live in the world that has told me I can’t. I’m scared. I’m a coward. And I – I – “ Go on say it Remus. Say what is on your mind – what you hate to say but you know it to be true. “I can’t do it alone. I need help. Please… help me.”
